[ Featuring Balam Garcia ]
Hip Hop to outer
Hip Hop to outer
Inner Jazz for several
For those upon levels
Hip Hop to outer
Hip Hop to outer
Inner Jazz for several
For those upon levels
And the tic toc mimics my woes
While my name wheels in monotone rhyme
Poets
Hootied around the Mac
For the service of the dank
As the doja came in colors of
Orange
Indo-green
Purple poems
And red hair cess
Yes, oh Yes-I
So, the jivemac of Jesús
Rings true
For it is the essence of all poetry
For poetry is trim
So good but too hard to explain
For first came the word
And the Lord breathed life unto me
And she touched me
Yes, indeed she touched me
While I was trying to love you
And nobody, but I mean nobody
Fine sexual curves
Please my needs in the plenty
Love jones for only me
Free sneaky freaky
Get up get off
Get down nasty funky
Fantasy...
Yeah, she was in the life
Just one of the many loves of the Hootiemac Poet
And if you didn't know it
But the dank is love of mine too
You see I'd give some scratch
Before I give you a joint
Let me make my point
You see love, love, love
Love is an itch without no loochie
So, you pop that coochie
While I love this poem
Because my pen is not an extension
Of my spirit, but my breath is
So
Inhale exhale
Inhale exhale
Inhale exhale
Set yourself free
As the doja inside your dank is
No cuz we could never be
Hip Hop to outer
Hip Hop to outer
Inner Jazz for several
For those upon levels
Hip Hop to outer
Hip Hop to outer
Inner Jazz for several
For those upon levels
