Peach Fizz – samsa

Rap like I’m on the dean’s list honor roll
When I spin schemes like a seamstress, on a roll
Seedless, on a roll, y’all plead fifths like you speechless
My speech sick like I got a cold, double rainbow flow
Got a pot of gold, yo, I’m a level 99, y’all do not evolve
Pokemon flows, I done found em’, I caught em’ all
Y’all can’t spit like your mouth’s full of cotton balls
The rap game, you are not involved
Every sorta thing I’m good at is a problem you gotta solve

Enthusiasm you should curb it, talk less
I be breathing fire like a serpent, loch ness
Evangelic like a church is, God bless
Y’all ain’t even gotta hear the sermon, just nod yes
Or applaud, yes, jean-claude van damme
When I kick a verse up on soundcloud, bandcamp
When I kick a verse like it’s Tae Kwon Do with
The mic on low, you’re a micron, I’m an icon
Whether iPod or a Nikon,
“Oh my God, yo, there ain’t nobody like Khan”
“That’s all I hear when I’m outside”
When I kick it high gear with the sound bytes

Khan goin’ mad like I’m King Lear
Really though, goin’ mad, I don’t think clear
Nowadays, I spend all my time on the couch
Watching old episodes of The View while I drink beer

I used to go to bars
But I’d just make it weird
Walk into the club with a cape and a fake beard
And maybe buy an appletini with the peach fizz
Panic on the dance floor, stand there speechless