Props

Props

[Rob-O]
Bust it, pass me the microphone so I could get wricked
honey dip it's dope I think I'm goning stick it
Just because I'm Rob-O short for Rob Odindo
Sort of let my thoughts flow pick up a pencil

I can slash paragragh back with instrumental
Must kick bust ditz plus I'm extra gentle
Fluild on the flow tip, do it but I won't drip or slip I knew that I would rip
Simple mic test similar to God met I give my props and plus Papa Don't Take No Mess I meant stress

But I'm a cool individual. Sit back max and let me keep my schedule
Saturdays and Mecca D. does his duty
Tighten up the sides, keeping me a cutie for the Jeez, Dat, the clock and my timing now
Niggaz can't believe, yo Rob-O is rhymin now Props

I wrec the microphone check, and bust the "Yes, yes y'all,
All the party people gurantee to be like having a ball" can stall, my nigga figures seeing us
Steppin equipped the shit ( ? ) flex they fenning us
Writing at my best my bless my whinin sample
Sighten process my test ( ? ) crampled
These weaker ones, cause my style is univesral
Collect my funds and plies can kick a verse from the stamina.
I used to max and now I'm planning and attack the burn and get my wrec up in the Vernon
See I'm ultimate, focus my sights of where I'll hit
Up in the hieghts on some Ol' School Mecca shit
So I step fakin' the rep, I had a euffa
Peace to the Gods to keep my shit ruffa
And the others that be fakin', brothers just be paitent til' my shit drops...Props

Now I usaully do things kinda lack of days and glee for my peoples styles steeps so unequal
Keep yourselves tingling, mind in the mood for some mingling thus respect to keep singling
Cause I'm very serious, like to do things without a fuss not a talker, just to make the girls sort a curious