Sanctuary

One, one, one, one, yeah
 You know what I'm sayin'
 The tax on my shoes cost more than ya clothes
 I'm lookin' for beats, while y'all lookin' for hoes
 Am I opposed to that practice? Never
 But I'm a Fender Rhodes scholar
 Studio musician not a studio gangsta
 I entice with mic and beat devices, while y'all niggas
 Giving clerks the beat list, driving up the record prices
 The main reason for you pre-life crisis
 Is the fact that y'all ain't first with the facts of who the nicest
 I do drugs, I'm the nigga that bugs
 A.K.A. Count Bass, 32 length, and 32 waist
 Nothin' but talent up top money
 That's what you get from me
 A ill rhyme and a quality beat
 Solid, production is my function
 Whether sober, or stoned, drunk
 I got the funk, for walkmans and trunks
 For wild niggas and punks
 For weed fiends that spark
 It's traditional rap music created in the park
 It's like that and, that and, that, that, that
 That, that, that, that, that, that, and
 It's like on, on, on, on, on
 Ayo, Orville Redenbacher got the dopest microwave popcorn
 Uh, it's like that and we out
 Me and Pocket up in here in Murphysboro, peace