Aztec Yoga Part Un by Kool A.D. Lyrics
Aztec Yoga, baby
Yo, I came to the [?] shows
Everything, Peace Allah Ericka Huggins
Young Gaddafi with The Green Book
LSD sold on the sidewalk
Fuck how high you got
Build a new soup kitchen for every stupid theoretical conversation you ever had
Theory is an action of the brain, though
Action is a theory, one might even say
Young temporary autonomous
Brave New World, hip hop
Hippopotamus, Nostralogical
My rhymes are gargantuous
Sicker than six strong gargantuan tarantulas
Ramaha, Panama, man alive, animals, loves greed, avarice, vice, gluttony
Whatever be anything spit freestyles for your pleasant little memories
Gaze into the raps and then let them be what they will
Bring joy, dutty trill. Puff, pill
Drank a little, take these little styles to the bank and kill
Dang, I'm real. Dang, I'm true
Sing a little ditty for the kids to learn something
Burn one, switch, reverse lanes, kiss my perverse mind
Fire Nerf gun higher than the fuckin' cross on the church, son
Can I [?] words done?
Life is a circle, simple as pi, three point one fours
Deliverin' Hawaiian-style pizzas to the gun store
Whippin' through the motherfuckin' Lincoln Fo-Deep, that's a rush mode, ha ha
Stone like a rock
Hey, young Wes An with the Bottle Rocket
I think I'm Jason Schwartzman
Penny loafers with the salmon-pink shorts, man
Of course man
Doggy I'm, like, fuckin' hung like a horse man
But that's neither here nor there now
Uh, the man main fact of the matter is
Victor Vasquez is the best master rapper in the world
Giving fuckin' master classes in fuckin' rap and examine all my scholarly styles and make your own groovy little rap career happen
And then, um, what next?
Huh, I dunno, your boy pretty much do nothin' but flex
I never thought of the next steps
Suckers is less fresh
Ya'll whack, I'm less whack
Run through the Somar Bar
Roll you for your fuckin' vest stack
Young chest box
A most fuckin' ignorant rapper, the young cracker slapper
The booty grabber, the brutish and horrible, Bad Bad Not Good
Ghost of ray rad rad hot, hood hope
Hop the Jayquan
Fully tinted drop like pay swan
Peace, Allah, Rae Chong, Rae Dawn Chong
Let's blaze one Tommy Chong, I'm up in Seattle like Jayquan
Blazin' with the keyboard kid, hella base done
Karma's [?] so I face one
Hundred moon, hundred goons
The tunes is cookie dude
Kool A.D., real attitude
Bring it to you Rude Boy
Shatta
Yo, I came to the [?] shows
Everything, Peace Allah Ericka Huggins
Young Gaddafi with The Green Book
LSD sold on the sidewalk
Fuck how high you got
Build a new soup kitchen for every stupid theoretical conversation you ever had
Theory is an action of the brain, though
Action is a theory, one might even say
Young temporary autonomous
Brave New World, hip hop
Hippopotamus, Nostralogical
My rhymes are gargantuous
Sicker than six strong gargantuan tarantulas
Ramaha, Panama, man alive, animals, loves greed, avarice, vice, gluttony
Whatever be anything spit freestyles for your pleasant little memories
Gaze into the raps and then let them be what they will
Bring joy, dutty trill. Puff, pill
Drank a little, take these little styles to the bank and kill
Dang, I'm real. Dang, I'm true
Sing a little ditty for the kids to learn something
Burn one, switch, reverse lanes, kiss my perverse mind
Fire Nerf gun higher than the fuckin' cross on the church, son
Can I [?] words done?
Life is a circle, simple as pi, three point one fours
Deliverin' Hawaiian-style pizzas to the gun store
Whippin' through the motherfuckin' Lincoln Fo-Deep, that's a rush mode, ha ha
Stone like a rock
Hey, young Wes An with the Bottle Rocket
I think I'm Jason Schwartzman
Penny loafers with the salmon-pink shorts, man
Of course man
Doggy I'm, like, fuckin' hung like a horse man
But that's neither here nor there now
Uh, the man main fact of the matter is
Victor Vasquez is the best master rapper in the world
Giving fuckin' master classes in fuckin' rap and examine all my scholarly styles and make your own groovy little rap career happen
And then, um, what next?
Huh, I dunno, your boy pretty much do nothin' but flex
I never thought of the next steps
Suckers is less fresh
Ya'll whack, I'm less whack
Run through the Somar Bar
Roll you for your fuckin' vest stack
Young chest box
A most fuckin' ignorant rapper, the young cracker slapper
The booty grabber, the brutish and horrible, Bad Bad Not Good
Ghost of ray rad rad hot, hood hope
Hop the Jayquan
Fully tinted drop like pay swan
Peace, Allah, Rae Chong, Rae Dawn Chong
Let's blaze one Tommy Chong, I'm up in Seattle like Jayquan
Blazin' with the keyboard kid, hella base done
Karma's [?] so I face one
Hundred moon, hundred goons
The tunes is cookie dude
Kool A.D., real attitude
Bring it to you Rude Boy
Shatta