Sanctuary - Count Bass D

It’s cool

One, one, one, one, yeah

We get down

My man Pocket, Uh

R.I.P.

Damien Bell

You know what I’m sayin'

Check how do this

The tax on my shoes cost more than ya clothes

I’m lookin' for beats, while y’all lookin' for hoes

Am I opposed to that practice?

Never

But I’m a Fender Rhodes scholar

Studio musician not a studio gangsta

I entice with mic and beat devices, while y’all niggas

Giving clerks the beat list, driving up the record prices

The main reason for you pre-life crisis

Is the fact that y’all ain’t first with the facts of who the nicest

I do drugs, I’m the nigga that bugs

A.K.A.

Count Bass, 32 length, and 32 waist

Nothin' but talent up top money

That’s what you get from me

A ill rhyme and a quality beat

Solid, production is my function

Whether sober, or stoned, drunk

I got the funk, for walkmans and trunks

For wild niggas and punks

For weed fiends that spark

It’s traditional rap music created in the park

It’s like that and, that and, that, that, that

That, that, that, that, that, that, and

It’s like on, on, on, on, on

Ayo, Orville Redenbacher got the dopest microwave popcorn

Uh, it’s like that and we out

Me and Pocket up in here in Murfreesboro, peace