Foul Breeze

Amazin' man got a letter from a Asian fan
He asked, "Was I black
Was I gon' play Japan soon?"
Wrote back, "Yes", danced in the shower
Got dressed old school, powdered my neck
I give, but I'm selfish
Tattoo of my chick lips on my pelvis
Well, it's the pubic part, excuse me, y'all
Think that I became musical way before rap
I did wanna be the tap dance kid
On Broadway, 42nd Street, legendary
Three-card Molly, Nasir drives a Harley now
FYI for your info
Insects splattered on the bike window
Had a innuendo just last night
Don't know where it came from
Guess it's from a past life
Am I charismatic enough?
Does my charm reach people that
Could make a change?
If I shoot with straight aim
At the positive target
And swooed 'em to make a
Deposit into my account
Would that be progress? I doubt

Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me
I just can't figure it out
Somethin' right under my tongue
I can't speak it
Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out
Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to
Somebody I know somehow it's related to me
And now I'm frustrated
'cause now I'm focusin' too hard
On somethin' that's just too plain to see

Savoir-faire, yeah, radiate, conscience clear
About to have a monstrous year
Livest spot, yeah, err' night, deep
Ladies, get ya harder than termite teeth
C'est la vie, I'm engaged
But the crew came to play, they fly free
Check me and they wrist is froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
Tell the DJ, spin it back beat reverses
Yeah, somethin' like that
Uh, it go savoir-faire, yeah, radiate
Conscience clear
I'm about to have a monstrous year
Livest spots, err' night we deep
Ladies, get ya harder than termite teeth
C'est la vie, I'm engaged
But the crew came to play, they fly free
Check me the wrist is froze
Like toes on a body in the morgue
They were all put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ash on the tennis racq'
Tell the, nah
Everythin' I be in crème de la crème
From the linen to the gold front grin
Cold stuntin'
Take a look around, what you found?
Like Masta Ace
Tell me the world's a faster place
High school students will slash your face
In these white neighborhoods, I'm talkin'
Computer rage is real
Get excited when I'm walkin'
'Cause I'm used to dark shades
And a limousine tint
Business managers scare me half to death
When they tell me every month
What is co-being spent

Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me
I just can't figure it out
Somethin' right under my tongue
I can't speak it
Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out
Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to
Somebody I know somehow it's related to me
And now I'm frustrated 'cause now
I'm focusin' too hard
On somethin' that's just too plain to see

I don't like when my girl try
To pull a MC Lyte
Jump out the whip, through the train
Leave me like D Nice
They say we used to resemble each other
Both last name Jones, so we must be brothers
My yearly salary suffers
'Cause I hate work, no play, Mick Jag' lane
And I rock parts in my hair
That are hotter than yours horizontal lines
Designs your barber can't draw
Posters of Nas on the barbershop doors
Entourage, security galore
When was the last time
You rolled by yourself, superstar?
Got so much love, I shot Cupid in the heart
I'm awakened by my own screams
Lucifer masturbated in my dreams
It means somebody's gonna get fucked
In the worst way and none of y'all hoes
Is touchin' my wordplay
Janitors and men with eighty mill
Both feel the same grief
The men at work blue collars
And the old men shinin' shoes with shoe
Polish go through the same dramas
They wish for a better tomorrow
I thought only Five Percenters
Are conspiracy theorists
Thinkin' what the New World Order thing is
But everybody does the fear of the planet
Is contaminatin' everybody's blood
Triliteral, Democratic parties
Anglo-American military alliance
Studied at Oxford, scholars, they watchin'
NASDAQ, Dow Jones
Got the world stocks in a shamble
Procter and Gamble
Toxins demand you understand who
Plans to jam you some random thoughts by the
Candlelight in Paris
As I struggle to be savvy

Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me
I just can't figure it out
Somethin' right under my tongue
I can't speak it
Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out
Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to
Somebody I know somehow it's related to me
And now I'm frustrated 'cause now
I'm focusin' too hard
On somethin' that's just too plain to see