(Kid Brash)
Ceiling fan chop
Alley cat doo whop a doo
Baked mr. magoo
On the oolong brew
Not born on the bayou
In North Dallas with the Hebrews
Or zonked at the zoo
Look
Twisting organic
With a sexy Hispanic
busy bees in a panic
Hit trees for hell of it
You'll find me sipping fire water
With ya easy daughter
She mad me watch Harry potter
While she played with my dick
I'm in a club with bandits
And misfits
And real shit heads
That known to hit licks
And slap asses
Like Syd Barrett on acid
Walking thru the wilderness
No shoes, bare ass'd
Brain blasted
Damn
And whoopty doo
I'm in hooptie blue
Headed to a movie dude
Doobie in the parking lot
That's what we do
I'm Kid brash
With a mic my hand
Expanding, never landing
Cuz I'm stuck in my head
Yes
Feet in the sand
That's the life that I crave
Atlanta brave
Hank Aaron
Till a cradle a grave

(John Proctor)
I figure if I'm lit when I die I'll stay high
my mind is moving on to a higher calling
because when one questions himself and wonders why
take the cosmic hike and unwrap the mind's eye
What happens after contact, a hypochondriac
and I self medicate by smoking bones and sipping conj ac
until I took a crack at that ass and get rejected
cuz she say that I'm too much like a brethren or a best friend
or whatever
I have to keep moving gotta survive
I'm high mind you so I could never take the stand
overdue library books is how I get back at the man
I'm trying to get this through your head
getting high is what I'd rather do instead.
homicide a few brews just had to die
abusing rules is part of my design
a crew that few despise
just a group of guys with whom I choose to ride besides
nevermind...

(Tornup)
That's right...
Don't ever come to The Hip Pocket talkin that shit, ya dig?

The mind's eye like, "Bonsai!"
He's serious now
I'm delirious now
Spittin fresh up in the threshold
Spirit contain partly what your flesh hold
Blinded in Hold 'Em
Mind in control when
Finding the gold and such
I bat like Hamilton
You bat like Spilotro
I rock pro
You jock a stock flow
You're whole flock slow
Pigeonous Goodfeathers
Belligerent hood brethren
Jaguar cancels sky
You're less fly
Footed weatherin

(Illicit D)
Big bong rips make ya lungs say 'OUCH!' (ouch!)
Ganja gun blast, knock ya back on the couch (couch!)
No coughs nigga, suppress like codeine
Burn the THC, free your mind of all the fuckery
Listen to me. Around my waist is where ya bitches wish to be.
To say the least I'm flyer than the average G
My team is loyal like a Labrador Retrieve'
Ya barkin up the wrong tree
Plenty bitches waggin' tail,
plenty bitches get the meat
she said she never had an 'O', she bouta get a treat
enough bumpin, let's get back to the grind
i spend a lot of money, so i gotta' put in time.
Losin' sleep aint new to me, i'd rather loose a couple Z's than miss out on a couple hunned G's