Lost Hawks

NICKATINA
 I'm Serious, like Steady B
 I dip a Cadillac like Freddy B
 I talk to these ladies like Schooly D
 Cause I can't have these ladies foolin' me
 I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com
 The mo' god'Khan in a new Sean John
 Lost in my lusty ways
 You see my face in a magazine and can't turn the page.
 EQUIPTO
 You see, I'm 'bout to get paid and not afraid to admit it
 To fail's never part of the plan, I'm never quittin'
 I always gave it all that I can, a little lazy
 I (blow??? record) like Chuck up on the daily
 Adrenaline pumpin' like a piston
 Got me so high I'm in the sky and I kissed it
 Excuse me while I Jimmy Hentwist the rhyme
 Hey Joe, could you tell me if 6 was 9?
 NICKATINA
 You know I spit technique to the freshest freak
 Gimme a call you will see results in just a week
 With the soul of a LOST HAWK
 Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's talk
 Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, let's walk
 Watch your spirit get knocked out the ballpark
 Gold diggers stay after me, it's a catastrophe,
 Talkin' shit in the cheesecake factory.
 EQUIPTO
 I'm feelin' high and the blunt ain't sparked yet
 The truth hit the booth just like it was Clark Kent
 No time for the weak games the renegade freaks play
 Follow the rules, old school, fuck a cliche
 I'm to the point ain't no time to waste
 Same rap, came back, hey, just like mace
 Imma spray in your face, any day, any place
 Cross the bay bridge rollin' with Dre and we blaze
 A chronicle, 30 of Kush up in the optimo
 We roll trees by the bush when we rock a show
 The (?) push, Imma refund mine
 See suckas, lay 'em down with our machine gun rhymes.
 NICKATINA
 You might see me at my shows in my Nicky Rose clothes
 Standin' there just like a picture without the pose
 Yes, y'all in the symphony call
 Man, them hoes'll be talkin' bout my rise and fall
 How I did 'em all
 And was I born to ball
 Yo, but not on the hoop court
 But walkin' through court
 My gun-mouth that made it way down south
 With the whole strip scene tryin' to figure it out
 Without a doubt.
 EQUIPTO
 I keep it movin' till my life is straight
 It's all, Math, Science, Time and Space
 I see the more money and these rhymes to make
 I'm tryna seven figures like a license plate
 Come on, I roll often, my destination unknown
 The bizzle had me thinkin' "where did all the fun go"
 Fast decisions made at the last minute
 The cash flippin'
 Fasho' we goin' past the limit.
 NICKATINA
 Gotta be greedy like Daffy 'cause the money's like Taffy
 Sweet like a (?) that's tryna get at me
 The wings of an angel just cut my face
 I couldn't say nothin' man, yo I spit my case
 Playboy, it's like magic
 Man, in a packet
 Mad like an addict in the sports (?) bracket
 Spit hot nickels till they quarters, man
 So put in my name with the eternal flames.
 EQUIPTO
 I'm so hot, the track meltin'
 Please the degrees that I kick his black belt in
 Freeze MC's into a gas, I blows mixed Purp with Hash
 Do the math, young Queezy workin' the map
 It's called class
 Like Bob Marley lightin' a spliff
 Only the lord know how hyphy I'll get
 Imma rip through the city and tell a sucka "try again"
 You see me flowin' to this track like the violins.