Scenario - Black Hippy

Here we go yo, here we go yo

So what’s the, what’s the, what’s the scenario

Here we go yo, here we go yo

So what’s the, what’s the, what’s the scenario

Crept up in this muthafucka soundin like a stun gun

Fresh up out the hotbox got me smellin' like marijuana

Flyer than a Desert Eagle when it’s starin' down lookin' at my people

Shootin muthafuckas down just because I’m evil

Live and direct like Cable TV pay-per view pay me

Who Q?

Ha-chu yeah blessed it, beautifulest tune

You’ll tune on the record

Everything is coke so I kick like Liu Kang

Thinkin you can really get with this man you playin

Get you a platoon, yeah floatin' like balloons

Get so high got to space then I shitted on the moon

Went into a rage now the sun won’t shade Mars

Know I got bars so I’m aimin for the stars

Everyone applaud, praise to the genius

Never would like to let the hoes bow to the penis

Feenish

Kendrick relentless in other words a dentist

I’m in they mouth without a doubt

It’s funky grab an incent

Grab a honkey, grab a nigga, grab a wetback, grab a chink

Then put 'em in a box like Michael and Leon Spinks

Then tell me what you get for cultures feeling me

As if they was blind and braille on my sleeve

Peace, to hip-hop, down to earth

Word to the voice of Chris Rock

Can I rock like a '88 Camaro and T-Top

Whoa, the scenario seem to flip like an aerial

As I dip like a pull-up bar at the gym

Won’t you witness the gem

I’m a troop from Angola and

You a cop on patrol that’s trying to Axel Foley

As dumb as Napoleon Dynamite and I’m quick to blow up then BOOM

Combustible like flames and petroleum

It’s Jay Rock

Niggas know my status

Flip flows like a gymnast on a apparatus

Leave yo body in pain if I hit you with this 'matic

Don’t even speak if you ain’t talkin cabbage

Loyal to the cash, thinkin' 'bout a marriage

Committed to the block that’s somethin' niggas cherish

Hmm… if you dissin', you missing Parish

Then I’m on a mission, fishin Paris

Lookin' at some dimes, go get your cameras

Black Hippy emcees and we got hammers

Gang member slash rap nigga

The name’s Rock, all the hoes call me that nigga

Never relax, never do that

Soon as you relax, them lames is stealin' ya swag

I’m the truth in the booth I’m killin' the track

To the point of no return no bringin' It back

I’m so fluent on the beat just spittin' the facts

You lames lyin, think you chief

You bridgin' the gap

I’m the fountain of youth, you niggas is tap

Like bugs in the phone, you niggas is wack

Enter the mind of the utmost divine

Heel up reel up, bring it back come rewind

Twilight zone, war with the star

Hans Soulo

Top Dawg, not Todo, notch logo

On my hand, knock you out

Goddamn!

Say I’m not lethal, inhumane

Squeeze juice out a beetle

Offended John Lennon come to cloud 9

That’s where the cockpit is

Me and Kendrick Lamar startling all contenders

ScHoolboy Q, gangsta with a USC student IQ

And Jay Rock a fuckin' fool

You make the wrong fuckin move

He like «DON'T FUCKIN' MOVE!»

Aimin' at you with the tool

I’m like what am I to do?

Crazy how the shit we make come out phenomenal

Black Hippy, and as for me I’m the black sheep passin' weed

To Miss Bo-Peep

Peep!

Soul!