VERSE 1: Cunning as a fox, the lyricist with the gift of spit it swift, as David the Gnome would say CalDoJ slays beats, homie close that case Throw my name up on the deed because I own this place
Who’s to talk, knock ‘em out their shoes and socks View me on the news like the flu and the stocks Arugula, baby that’s just food for thought I’m the next superstar to peruse the block
So who’s the cops, yo let em know the purp is around and the show don’t finish when the curtain goes down It’s a Star Trek bitch, James Kirk is abound by verbin my nouns my words & my sounds 'r servin the town
And I’ma stand though the fan blows shitty I’ma be the man as long as Dan Bones with me Now I’m feeling strong like that Balco is in me So I’d like to welcome ya’ll to CalDoJ City
VERSE 2: Go’on ask around town and the Holmes did found me Now them Baskerville hounds surround they all around me Inertia can not rest around me Sure, lock my spot, best in county
But it all depends on the moves that I make Choose my fate, along the way I bruise and break Stay cool as cake until the day my pubes are grey Create the music that could move the state
But now it’s time to ride so I hop in the whip I hit the I-75, ain’t no stoppin’ to piss ’til I’m on Hollywood Drive, bumpin’ my shit Who’s album is this? Don’t you know it’s Calvin and Chris
No if you’re robbed by a hater, call it a hate crime It’s takes time to take mine and wind up on Dateline Those California Raisins heard it, through the grapevine Track Assassin’s packed & Caddillacin’ past the state lines
VERSE 3: I might as well play the fiddle, ‘way I move that hay Keep my Kin up in the middle like I’m Kunta-Te Christoph and CalDoJ baby who is they? They rockin’ shit, they the new USA
And I’m the shit so much that I’m incontinent That’s why I’m starving like Marvin on my Martian shit It’s unanimous, but it’s not been said I’m doper than all the cannabis on the continent
The end is near, befriend the fear until then my pen is old school like it’s yesteryear Let’s be clear, the next best is here, The best, best beware of the best in the hemisphere
But I gotta talk later, cross that equator Tell baby girl I’ma take over the world Cause the Mac is here, matter fact the crack is here The dopest rapper in the atmosphere
Humanoids get out my way…I’m on the interstate On my way to inner space, eyes wide like dinner plates They wanna come but sour grapes, I bounce away to outer space Them martians poppin’ Alize for me all through the galaxy
And yes they know, I am the best to flow in the celestial That’s why them extra-terrestrials on my testicles I’m the best thing poppin’ since Pepsi Co
