Purrfect Storm - Andre Nickatina, Equipto

man you can picture my perfection from the purple in the paper

get it popin 'cause its poppin

put the pimpin in the player

pick the player grab the photographer

platiunum pearl pistol packa

wake you up the mornin after

you know just wut im after

i eat spaghetti wit the tiger prawns

and like to buy anything that my eyes is on

i politic before im leaving wit the god of khan

the ladies know me real well at the auto barn

my mercedez i wiffer past its supper bad

the color man will hit you like a jab

thats where im at

i give a gun to the hands of time

so i can shoot out of endless rhymes

i sent you pictures of perfection

its interlection of your connection

its something like a model car collection

you hit em queez

-Equipto

ill get em

f**k a world their against me

so spittin my raps its like a real deal mc

nothing attatched ill be married to the game

im life long wit it till they carry me away

everything i say true so you wonder where the time went

situate the studio time from all the grindin

see my life flash i roll the dice fast

i cant even find time just to sit and write raps

you livin like that

man the scratch i reverse the north

im sucked in by the perfect storm

i can take it like a man

break down with the fan

you suckas hating the situation the hands

-Andre Nickatina

playboy im from the filmoe

man aka bay yola

we let our hair grow to our shouldas

pictur polorola

and hit the freeway from the rollas

man laughin wit a mouth full of doja

by the qouta i thought i told ya

its through the wire like HBO

my vouge tires said the rest to go

man can you picture the perfection

its like a weapon a smith and wesson

you askin me do rappers go to heaven

is that the question

i keep it cold just like mavato

you split it down the middle like a fiddle me and sato

i like to walk wit facco 'cause she walks just like a model

my life is like a love letter find it in the bottle

your baby bubba

i hit the streets just like its rubber

dont weigh im bouts to roun up in my car and make you studder

-Equipto

uh you know come on

yea top notch caliber underdog challenger

manage to get by everyday of the calander

world wide traveler

pray when im landed

rolling up tough blunts taste like candy

im the weddin crasher drive like the answer

been over a g ima tell you put cash up

spittin like the last one im the summer rida

ever since the 4 the 1 the 5

-Andre Nickatina

man the 4 the 1 the 5 uh

man ima fast driv-uh

banna cream pie-uh

baby yous a lie-uh

i suck up in the choi-uh

man picture the perfection

the third world filmoe chair numba 7

i was goin like im wavy

the rap god forgave me

and after that day g

rock-a-bye baby