Pabst & Jazz - Asher Roth, Hassani Kwess

Lackadaisical, Pabst and radio

Playing the latest Johnny Coltrane up on the Casio

Making me make my lady moan

Smoking strain of OG, roll trees

Sounds hot when you say you’re stoned

Lost and faded though, a Miles Davis flow

Lots of soul, la semoule, how’s he know?

I suppose

In the cold without a coat, it’s so cold, kid is froze

To the toes, and the more, anything is possible

I’m rocking massimo like I’m a Aussie bro

Drinking Foster’s in the back of Billy Bob’s Camaro

But ya not so artsy though, this ain’t a (?) show

Party with the barbies just started up a cardio

Probably go unguarded if I could like I’m Secario

This is where my heart is to my darling then I’m sorry yo

I’m Marcus Garvey mode, I ain’t gon' argue yo

This one be the hardest like it’s starving in the arctic so

Stop the nonsense with the kids who try to box me in

Obviously never stop me on my quest with Asanti

We Giovanni, Dolce and Gabbana, Don’t you need a light up a fire on the vinyl

thought you needed a reminder

I’m raping the beat through writing, G and letting it be the life of me

Rhyming it nice and climbing the pipes and letting the dope enlighten me

I’m hyping G (spaz), right go for the shot for 3, swish

Buckets, puppets on Mr. Rodgers' Neighborhood ain’t nice as me

Like it B?

(Not.) Tough.

Blame Rich for throwing me audible crack

I catch lack in the D, suggest you audible that, break chill

You know you a fan my man, you love it in fact

(?) baby stay in the building, you stuck in the shack, God damn!

Chill (?)

Never the last remaining (?), loving the real and loving the rap

Never the stacks, honeys be loving the steez, of course I’m loving them back

You can catch me putting my flag on top of the hill and puffing a black

Killing the flows, fa sho, give 'em those and they right

In them shows, TZ, be the pros, it’s fact

So fast, I dash, catch up, and stack

Give them the jazz and the cash

Give them that, it’s a rap