آهنگ: Dirty Heads. Any Port In A Storm. Antelope.

from "Any Port In A Storm (Special Edition)" (2010)

Well, my, half bread, might be, warm a little to low, you're too slow, what the fuck do you think that you know, I do so and every rhyme that I spit is just so crucial, like metamucial I kill some rhymes that I'm used to, you park so high and mighty, but I'm not mighty high duddy smoke you out with weed and leave your mouth fucking dry, cuz some of them rappin clappin laughin always beer tapping fucking dorkette slapping be ridiculous at how I'm trippin is all I'm thinking is this is the best mc that can you can find I shine like some moon through the pine yo and even if you were wine I'd still stay dope up with my line,

Well if you general brealbre? then roll with the style the duddy b smoking cali green leaf till I die b leave me alone when I'm chilling in my home yo I'm smooth like a schwin and I shine like the chrome of its fender remember this microphone defender return your shit to sender cuz no one wants to hear it yo your lyrics are weak and yes your spirits meek and youre an ignorant mother fucker yes it shows when you speak your a wicked disappointment your rhymes need some ointment the crowd at your shows always laughing and pointin leave and blew it my boy has been groovin and I'm still back stage just smokin and boozin confusing the sets save the best for my choosing I'm choosin the rest so youre loosin

Well dont forget about the down and dirty southern cali flow just open the melody and let the rhythm go I'm hoofing up the track just like a bouncing antelope and soften up your skoal just like a ripened cantaloupe because the west
West
Coast
Coast
Knows how to kill it and yo and yall
Yall
Know
Know
When its time to feel it yo we make it right,
Make it right
So we up all night,
Up all night,
Until its tight,
Until its tight,
Until its tight,
Until its tight,

A bohemian rhapsody, these syllables after me, with lyrical chastity,
And verbally blaster me, the illest we have to be, with musical masterpiece,
So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me,
So come on and clap with me,
Just come on and clap with me,
So come on and clap with me,
Yo just come on and clap with me.

Once upon a time in the neighborhood, there was a little dirty boy that was up to no good, he had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand, he had a dirty ass head from the beach and the sand, he said I just got out of the water and I'm late for school I asked duddy to skip and he said thats cool
So we went to the liqour store got ourselves some magnum rollin down the street ya you know we brown bagged them, with the 50s on top and the 20s on bottom said we rollin through my hood ya you know we got em sucker mcs wanna battle me but thats okay I tell em dont fuck around because we dont play I sang rock out with my cock out I got balls of steel hear me clanking down the street like a bag of beer, said the dance off session gonna start right here, dirty b grab the wheel cuz I cant steer, you got 20 inch rims and they spinin when you stop, said I dont give a fuck, kill it when the beat drops, cuz thats what I respect to all you knuckle heads and derelicts just jammin down the sound with the syllables and intellect, maybe not the intellect but syllables are clean and I leave you in the desert with an empty canteen while I'd be rippin trojan ? in the gallapagoes and I'd be pickin foes like I'd be pickin the fro, and all you chicken head hos that come to pick at my shows you got to go