The Chronic - Illinformed, Fliptrix

I’m a diamond in the rough, picking up the mic and then I’m riding with the funk

Driving with no license, mad divey off the skunk

Got high grade in the trunk and then I put it in the blunt like uh oh

Pass it to my people

Men are getting irie off the kind named Chiesel

Peaceful, almost too high to try and beef you

But if you step in my lane I might beat you

Much more likely, it’s been nice to meet you

Got the key to the game in my brain

I may be who doubted me

Never getting nothing here outta me

Changed form like alchemy

Ain’t Michael J., but might hang you off the balcony

Dangle by your ankles to the cameras that were out for me

Ain’t very PC, but gotta break the boundary

Do it so astoundingly

Swagger in my step so you know you gotta bounce with me

I got the C-H-R-O-N-I-C, yeah the chronic

I blow it up like atomics

I got the F-L-O-W mad dope for the microphone harmonics

Make you move like the Earth tectonic plates

It’s so great, so euphoric

God knows, never would’ve been a worker

9 to 5 tie and shirter

Mac D’s, flippin' burgers

Ever since a younger, brought the thunder, that’s a circus

Lifestyle’s wild like mothers on the gurners

Big up the writers dropping burners

Bricky down to Picadilly Circus is murder

Piff will linger when The Four Owls surface

Raw sound emerges

Knock you off your plot like gentrification occurring

Never do a statement for the cops, I gotta swerve it, it’s worth it

Just say «no comment, officer»

When it comes to chronic, yeah, you know I be a connoisseur

If it ain’t on point, I won’t bother holla ya

When I see my dealer, ask for more like I’m Oliver

He sort me out and pass the package like a courier

Ain’t got no time to play with snakes like Nokia, you know what?

I’m onto ya

I got the C-H-R-O-N-I-C, the chronic

I blow it up like atomics

I got the F-L-O-W mad dope for the microphone harmonics

Make you move like the Earth tectonic plates

It’s so great, so euphoric