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Hook (X 2) Blitz! On every cover of them magazines it's: "Nigga Pleaze is the most genius linguist! Most distinguished, coast to coast he swings his penis down multiple Venus's throats!" Blitz! Verse [1] It's obvious I'm the most un-godliest un-modest, most gnarliest out the gardens of artist's, and that's why you love me. No doubt by Job, that's why you love me so, as I count my dough. Yup! It probably is! I is where the party is, G's up, ho's where the Antarctic is. I creep the foggiest. I be smoking lovely. I fly to where there's no clouds above me. I'm hovering I'm covering the world w/ the dark grey shadows of Seattle. I'm not Jay or Stevie, so no ribbons in the sky, and I'm far from rattled w/ nigga's ready to die. Nigga's!?! So am I, that's where we coincide, and I'm willing to flip your side of the coin to tails. Heads up!- Blam! Your going to hell. par Xhavy-Xhav's javelin impale, I strike like windy gales, and y'all cant muster no bluster in yo sails. That's why y'all just trail in my wake. Please pardon my poignancy, but you lack the buoyancy it takes to navigate abroad or a lake. Now that's bad when all you had to do is go straight. Dumb ass crackers, it aint' safe. Call me nigger to my face and get erased... It's Neezie Pleaze to you. Closed case. Unless you want hollow tip holes laced from chest to waist. I make my self clear as space. Xhavar's a star light years far from this disgraceful ghetto waste of a humanoid race. I'm Container 1. Something's in my thumb tracking me around the place. I'm an ace. Like I'm supposed to. And you can see that. That's why you believe that he that G that's more than average as I shred up your cabbage like coleslaw salad my sword is so savagely wielded w/ malice smash on yo palace like Alice on them 'shrooms that she ate. Nigga's ask me if G.O.O.D. L.I.F.E.'s living good? I reply: "G.O.O.D. L.I.F.E.'s living great, nigga"... It's G.O.O.D. L.I.F.E....par