Mother May I? (feat. Chuck Brody)

Mother May I?
 Allow myself to introduce myself
 I'm Hesta Prynn
 Let me begin
 I like my coffee
 With lots of gin
 And you could always tell what kind of mood I'm in
 Cause I let it out, yo Spero turn it out
 Okay it's S-P-E-R-O fool
 Gonna get on the floor and lose my cool
 I believe in Northern State and the golden rule
 Now Sprout's gonna take y'all back to school
 My name is Sprout ne
 Now call me Tasia Mae
 And don't miss the buffet at my birthday soiree
 Cause I'm a workaday gourmet
 I sautee and flambee
 And puree from Broadway through Norway and the UK
 If you like my wordplay then enjoy my essay
 And forget the throughway cause we rep the parkway
 And I've got cache and a blue beret
 And I'll wear it while I ballet in your chalet
 Mother May I?
 Yes you may.
 I'm at the ice cream social and I'm having a ball
 I'm giving pounds to y'all
 I'll rhyme in Espanol
 O te lo digo in italiano tambian
 Cuz I'm a guinea hen just like Sofia Loren
 I'm gonna start my weekend right at the Friday fish- fry
 Diggin deep in the books for some rhymes gone by
 And I'm working on my tan getting nice and rotund
 And you can write that check directly to my smoochies fund
 In a state of confusion eating Asian fusian
 I've been thinking hard and if you'll pardon the intrusion
 I'll be coming like Joan Rivers and the fashion 5-0
 Cuz I'm meeting fashionistas everywhere I go
 Complex times call for complex rhymes y'all
 A lime to a lemon said a lemon to a lime
 I spend my time riding MTA
 So get off your high horse Don Quixote
 Mother May I?
 Yes You May.
 We may not win a Grammy but it could be a Tony
 You might have seen us live on the isle of Coney
 Take the long way home b/c I like to roam
 Enjoy a lemonade spritzer with Eliot Spitzer
 I'm sippin watermelon daiquiris and sippin mojitos
 Pass the guacamolito gonna do it our way like Carlito
 And I don't know why water on wood just makes it dry
 So many contradictions don't know what to believe
 But I'm large and in charge so just call me Boss Tweed
 And now you're watching Spero like I'm on demand
 And I'll give it to you just how you like it man
 Chuck Brody's at the board he's turning tasty knobs
 Yo while we dropping bombs, why don't you ask your moms?
 I said there ain't no stopping and there ain't no doubt
 We kick it all about, auf wiedersehn, we out