So damn nasty
Clean but kind of trashy
Ghetto but classy
Don't even ask me
Or wonder what my caste be
Peep at the Grassy Knoll
Poppin the Patsy
See me with Selassie
Or hanging with Gatsby
Reserved but flashy
Calm yet crafty
Quite, still chatty
Smooth yet ashy
Wavy and nappy
Tense but relaxed B
Allah must have mashed me up
Perhaps He
Put the mask on me such
That you can't grasp me
Sister to the Sally
Or Mr. O'Malley
A shorty on the corner
Who would strip your whole chassis
Brother, that's me
Haighted like Ashby
Straight to baggy
Hardcore to jazzy
From the pinnacle to valley
With venerable savvy
Cool to take a backseat
But never let em pass me
A walking contradiction
Kind of contrasting
Can't typecast the D
Or put it pass me
Never outlast me see
But yet lastly
My vision's so vast that the masses miscast me
Always been an outcast
So cats can't gas me
Never been about cash
But cash I amass see
My naps still have me
Subtle yet brashly
Standing steadfastly
You don't wanna ask me
Nothing