AyyeDees Session (feat. Sammy Mac) Video (MV)

So how'd ya get me?
I'm walking through my city
Got a pocket full of bud feeling like a black hippy
Blowing sticky, sipping whiskey, getting frisky with a broad or three
Met a couple rappers but them jokers ain't as hard as me
Another ballad for ya soul to take a hold of
In recovery these instrumentals getting no love
No hugs, just drugs I'm high enough to watch the Earth spin
Duby Concertos composing classics like I'm Gershwin
Earth Wind in my lungs eat a beat exhale the flames
Since I dropped DAFT nothing else has been the same
But I maintain, kick game, new name
Call me Mr. Rodgers whooping ass in joggers like I was Liu Kang
Elevation is needed for me to remain peaceful
Take the words I spit, display it up on the easel
Use the booth as a cathedral, protected myself from evil
See I'm like a martyr, I do this shit for all people
We gotta rise up, expose the real reject the fake
If I should die before I wake and bake, I hope Danae is straight
My parents safe, my bro's awake and I can travel along
Jotting the illest lines to a classic rap song
Hit the bong in my memory, rap along with me to remember me
It's Duby Rodgers f*cking up the energy
Coolest enemy with preaching tendencies
I know they sick of me I vomit lyrics til I hit the nth degree, please

I hit these people with a brand new flow, a funky riddim
And the lyrics so sharp, might cut ya tongue up if ya spit em
Jazz session with the AyyeDees, known the drive the culture crazy
Bout to fade out to Hawaii, blend souls with a ukulele
Who can tame me? Nobody, I'm on the loose, I sip the goose
Diagonal moves like Bishop, cause Duby got the juice
A Nubian Zeus, I pull up anywhere and shock the system
Voice is smooth and recognizeable got ya lady smitten
Attention all rappers, I'm here to bring the pressure
They said it makes a diamond so let's see who tryna catch up
I'll be waiting at the line where the finishers be
About that action call me Jackson as I'm Pollock dripping on the beat
Too unique to be critiqued
Hit the doobie ain't seen my feet in many moons
Ladies'll swoon once I hit my peak
Speaking from a soul prolly old as Barney Rubble
Betty by my side always down to ride the Duby shuttle

Yeah these niggas bogus and I know this, I'm just coastin my coast
Turn ghost like a locust that's how focusing goes
At the most I'm winter solstice when it comes to these hoes
Had the highest of the highs and my lowest of lows
I want the smoke lyrical GOAT, tears fill up the boat
Grab hold the trunk bumps Anita, an old soul
And old souls get rocked quick, quick to yap and talk shit
Cause they don't understand the young man's a prophet
Uneasy and I'm nauseous and I ain't on the market
You may sell ya soul before you even reach your target
So listen up, in the trenches they tensing up
Bendin bucks to let loose cause f*ck it living sucks
I'm pissing blunts and smoking brews
Life is sometimes misconstrued
Picking up the pieces makin' moves
Cause thats what winners do
Bite like Cleveland winters chew
Deep like roots and splinters fool
If im up at the top it ain't no way that you is coming thru