[Verse 1: Clyde Carson] Call me the dopest, or just say the flow is Too much for the world, the pearl diamond of Oakland The movement of your girl when she curled off of the potion Maybe it's the way that she twirls, you love the motion It's really not a challenge for me, it's hocus pocus; magic Poof, the shit you can get from rapping The feeling of "I made it", yeah, sometimes I have it I wouldn't even call this work, it's more like practice More of a habit, easy as acting Playing the role with passion, I'm catching what you been lacking I MC for a living, 1, 2, I make it happen Brain on drugs, the egg I've been cracking They been asking, so I let em see it Look what I did, they telling me that they need it Right now I'm living it, right now you dreaming Right now I'm killing it, it's beautiful, can't you see it?
[Verse 2: Clyde Carson] Call me your favourite, maybe I was made for it Well, who knows so the moment might as well savor it I went from hungry to food from all the catering And have to blow these bitches fake kisses, maybe it's Maybeline They same my name is King Crunk Clyde Carson Switching the flow from every style you start with They try to follow like the cycles walking through darkness If I don't speak then they don't eat, so what would you call this? Maybe a blessing, maybe a lesson Class on class, don't get it then keep guessing Picasso on the paintings, you niggas is just sketching I ain't even got started my nigga, I'm just stretching So come test em, I promise you fasho To write, cut the records and cut the flow See I bust records, you know how I let it go The sickest shit you heard, it's beautiful, ain't it though?
[Hook: Goapele]
[Verse 3: Clyde Carson] Call me the bestest, obvious I'm the freshest Talk of the town, the crown, I accept it The greatest of the greatest, I'm proud they respect it And how I mix that hood shit with the sounds, that's eclectic Hieroglyphics, style is prolific So casual, style is so mischief I let them pass it down, now I'm so gifted Just addicted to the life that I found with no vision Eyes closed it, standing behind the cop stopper Middle of the East where them cops is ducking the choppers I could, see the birth of my window, they in that chopper watching Any lil' nigga that's busting eyes on the block and clocking I got it popping, first with The Team Respect ain't really coming 'till the juice at the scene They been waiting for the solo, know I came for the ring I'm just a young mobile moving, ain't it beautiful man?
[Hook: Goapele]
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The 18th and second-to-last track off of DJ Touré’s Touré’s Theory album features Hieroglyphics affiliate Goapele laying down some smooth, mellow vocals painting a vivid but cryptic summarization of Clyde Carson’s verses exploring his come-up and greatness in the rap game.
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