Musique de Julien Diesnis alias UGLY MAC BEER
Paroles de Rodney Lucas alias F.STOKES



NY to Paris my is style is like debit,
Walk through the street get credit, I can bet it,
Came from the ground see my sound is like sewer said it,
Trying to copy the drip duke forget it,
This lyrical Calisthenics, my spirit is copestetic,
I breathe, yelling peace to my all Sudanese, bredrins, we gone make it work, see we gone Make it work, I bring the soul like the streets a southern baptist church
The pen game is a rifle was shooting dice by the eifel, beyond rap,
The Paris connection tribal had you caught in me in 99 I was liable to sell crack to a nun Toting bibles, writing in my nootpad, opposite of dope head, matress on the flo no bed,
When it was written hit, a convo with the Zulu nation tightened my penmanship,
You was never tough in the 90's boy you been a bitch, I'm a 80's baby this hip hop we livin' it


Let's take it back, now kids sippin lean like Similac,
Timbs and fitted hats, if you had a pole you had a gat,
Gold links and yak, biggie tapes shaking the back of box Chevys with rims attached,
Afro sheen fumes and naps,
When I was intune with inmate who mates swallow balloons,
Now niggas hanging from mic stand following coons,
This beat is crazy tho got me on my 80's flow,
And I don't bring the gun in the club that's what my lady fo,
Label tried given me 20K I needed 80 mo,
Ride through the hood Mercedes lo,
Playing Big L, you gone die broke, around the globe bet my shit sell,
With the coke you know I whip well,
Pyrex phenom, way ahead of the fam like an ion, your whole squad pions,


I'm beyond any boundary niggas set for me, peace to gods in Brooklyn blessing me, for real, peace.

I'm beyond any boundary niggas set for me, peace to gods in Paris blessing me, for real, peace