Buzzing Away

Yo Real spit, this is Step Bros The same relationship as Opio and Pep Love, I cop hieroglyphics I pop when I walk and I break when I hit the ground I talk like a rapper, gotta hashtag "hit the pound" I hit the pound high and save a dog Bring him home and let him roam in the yard, I got a cat too I got a permanent tattoo Of T.A.T.U. riding Tatsu, humming, coming at you If I had to mix it up in the pot I'd rather smoke some pot, then say I forgot I voted every fourth since 18 and kept voting Really do appeal to other people that I'm quoting Some people know me, others on that Rubik's shit Trying to match the color, most people can't do this shit I used to fit the pieces of the puzzle all together Now I bring umbrellas for the ever-changing weather Wrote this with a feather that was kept in a Fedora Put it back after and I never went on tour yet One day I'll be a tour vet, and I'ma have a deal too And I'm a cop a crib by the beach with a real view Melt beach, melt wax Weed smelling like Clorox and Ajax Melt features, felt peaches Rodney Cooper like Smith Grinds and Laid Backs Burn a biscuit of ****, burn a specimen Step on your throat, step on your regiment Cut off the competition, cut a neck Cut a vocal, cut a record, cut a check Write bomb threats, call Domo Boogetz Call a one-way for the jets Step, mother****er, step Champion sound, cut the rim off of the net Separate your potato head from your neck Celebration bodies thrown off of the deck Do Stallone numbers, gangster like Willie Colon covers Written in my DNA, my bone structure It's forbidden to kill swans, unless you are a Lord Like in India, the Noblemen can move cows; I can move swans And take them, eat them... mmm, lunch