Ichiban:

Yeeeesh
Ichi-beezy been upon/
That Veni, Vidi, Vici,
life is peachy come and get a bite/
Fruit forbidden, feel the vibe,
Feeling like I’m feeling right/
Follow to the letter, No cap, all lower case/
Play my cards right, up my sleeve where I hold an ace/
Eyes will scan the Sleight of hand - maneuvers are smoother/
Astound and amazed gazes ‘cause the Duper is super/
Gang-gang slangs slang, loaded up’s the sling shot/
Format a Rorschach, see it in an inkblot/
Avoiding poison with a quick fix remedy/
I’m center stage with that Big dick energy/
Crispy, coke white, Nikes, leaky fit dripping/
Muscle up a big flex, ICHI hit different/
Find mine, fine wine at an old age/
High-key legend, I catch light when they throw shade/
& stay sharp in a circle of dull blades/

Wavy baby…

InkLine:

No comprende losses, I only speak in profits/
All wins in mi casa, they be leaking out the faucet/
At my table we all equal, harvest season feed the process/
Fighting for the people like a gringo Cesar Chavez/
I’m seeing green, even jesus needed prophets/
Imma judo chop a Judas, ain’t a 12 that can stop it/
Raise hell, blaze trails on a rocket/
I face L’s, you can smell where the sauce is/
Y’all trace well, unoriginal and thoughtless/
I run with Rockwells, Basquiats, and Picassos/
Masterpiece a mad scene, reamed with imposters/
Then build a club house out of all the empty boxes/
I got that Midas touch, I got them diamond hands/
Sending prices up every time adjusting mic stands/
Feelin like might kill on sight (aight then)/
All gas, no breaks, got me feeling right man!

Mane Rok:

Whoooeeee!!!
Great googly moogly/
Rudely interrupted by what I do for a two piece/
Still hella accomplished, everybody eating/
Built a longer table, fed a lot of cretins/
But they can’t harsh my mellow, I don’t do it for the 'gram/
I give that genuine, USDA, Sammy sealed “GAWDDAMN!!”
It’s all in vain, I enjoy for what it is/
After pleasure comes pain, annoyed with all of you kids/
Get off my lawn bitch, I cut it how I like it/
That false sense of security from manicuring’s my vice grip/
Helps me keep a hold of reality, feet to concrete/
Head can still get caught up in clouds, thinks beyond reach/
Somewhere stratosphere surfing, riding waves of emotion/
High tithes - soaking in sun and Mai Tais, savoring moments/
Hope to keep this same energy, even on the millionth time/
The plug got me wired, and left me feeling like…