I made 50 CDs, by the time I got collaborators their copies and snuck others into tee shirt orders, only ten remain. P-Ro not only features on the album, he also handled the artwork.
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I’m Ronnie James Deodorant
Taking out cats funking the funk with nasty flows to win
So don’t begin
Inappropriate posing upon a podium
B-boys and b-girls on old linoleum
Eric Spoelstra with Cher and Yoda
Prepare for Kofa, the rare aroma so perilous so spare the TROMA
Scared of no one, making up ground with vegan burgers
Speaking berber carpet rolls, that spark to Tina Tuner
Sharpen blades with heart for days
Phone sex, maybe it’s just hard to say, so mark the graves
Charts in flames, i’m holding matches and some golden axes
Start to rain, napalm the soul assassin
Word is born, breath control here is folic acid
Fold you half wits, going nowhere, cold molasses
Wrote the passage that you walk down with knocking knees
Speak it plainly, how you cocky Gs cannot capiche
The hot caprice classic with the widebody rolls
saying so long, limousine rides and adios
bawdy folk rode fame to copy Ghost, that’s weak
Go bots, throw these slack rappers on the trash heap
Don’t stop get it, ambulance a couple medics
Call Burnt Bakarak and he can puff the lettuce
Udonis Haslem, Big Daddy Kane, Madonna spazzing
Drama catching, bombing kids, now Obama’s clapping
I navigate without a GPS
Run these Fort Wayne streets copy, PDF
Patrick Ewing with the work because you see me sweat
Staying grounded, never drowning in a knee deep mess
A Beat Street rep, complete with a boombox
Rented it from Wrecklords fresh with the nuance
Giving these new prawns some croutons to chew on
P-A letter of recommendation to Sean
C lever and use the fulcrum accordingly
I’m the miser on the mic and still recording heat
Throw them in the brig, time to punish crews
Pop your bubble goose, leave the feathers running loose
Putting braces on biters, set them straight
Fly sneaks, funk enough to make them levitate
I’ll take a plate of pepper steak with some broccoli
And make it rain soy sauce on the sloppy heap
Loy Vaught with the Clippers making Breena mad
The peter piper teeter totter with the team attack
You hope to heal, I’m doing wheelies in the popemobile
And get applause, claps echo to provoke a seal
Staying hungry, after dinner comes the bonus meal
Blazing from me, you know the deal I’m staying dope for real
The flow concealed, cop pierogies straight from Nostradmus
Everybody acting like they all forgot the bronzes
Hot piranhas, Smurfettes with black katanas
You thought I left it all behind, but now I’m back up on it
The track is bonkers, got the chopsticks with laser cannons
4011 on the hashtag, I stay bananas
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
