Lyrics 96' More or Less - Maal Himself

I reek of Cohiba smoke and island breeze
Aromatherapy massage oils and chlorine
Pardon me, I'm just setting scene
At the head of big W's I'm Tolzien
Hold on, I'm more accurate when I'm zone reading
Don't badger me boys, I'm outchea' eatin'
Catch me smiling, chakras balanced, ya'll see me laughing
They saying "Time is money", I'm hour glass grasping... sheesh
She say those new heels hurt her feet
New ballroom gown and she's Eartha Kitt underneath
Mark us for greatness, let me bring back that statement
I find it Strange' you play dick head and end up in a box
I know that shit's crazy ain't it
I know... let me boomerang it... oh niggas really missed that statement?
Marcus, Strange, Eloise... Shit was to eas-y
Cease talking no commas in your offerings
It's a different jingle when you hear these car keys
Your plane's missing a chef, chicken and quinoa
Hit the tarmac wearing my own shit, that sewn shit
No novelist, we don't call this 50 Shades
New whip, new chain no BDSM, this Balmain leather not PRPSM
The gold swing from collar bone, the text on phone like
Baby hit me when you hit JFK right, it's taboo she look so Sade like
Gave me brains all over the whip, I'm JFK like... ayyyyyyye
That makes her something like Jackie O'
That all depends fat ass no fair skin
I know the fans been asking Maaly where you been
But I think it's evident, I been sharpening the pen...
Yah...