Defari Interlude - Dilated Peoples

Filter all this noise like these beats on my ear

I’m really froggish, every year is leap year

Freshly cut to death, every week I’m off that chair

Taco Tuesday find your boy at the Savoy, savoir-faire

In Inglewood I’m really good, in Venice I get plenty bud

These niggas think they really good, reality they really none

They really like my little sons, they really like some little bums

They not even a factor in this burn, they really get no run

Ruby drop a ton of rhymes, a ton of beats I’m known to eat

I gotta eat like Megatron on Monday night against the Chiefs

I gotta bring my A game, my main frame 200 pounds

I’d rather dump 200 rounds and watch you fucks run out of town

This L.A. city all Southern section, true confessions

You bad ass little kids, you could all learn a lesson

I’m not stressing, and I surely ain’t hiding behind no texting

Here I stand, just a man in all of his imperfections