Rap test 1 (Remastered)

[Intro] Yeah That’s right [Verse] Grill like hibachi attack like Apache and hop like you’re dotty ain’t no tchotchke look at me I’m the Saatchi no versace street food like Karachi don’t forget bout my rhymes I nurture them like tomodatchi like a garden in Makati geeked like Tecate on vacation forever call me Lottie ain’t no yachtie with teriyaki electronic like hitachi living in the metro you can call me adachi (po- po- pochi) Abracadabra a faster cadaver I’m reciever and batter and now you got the bitter and battered batter you better go faster before I leave you in the past uh with the pastor call me master ain’t no MASA my designs still work that matters Cause I amassed the past syntax in the casket with a passion of the mass in [pause]…indoctrination don’t ask it my rhymes are the best I’m the king still ain’t capping it’s crowning up-and-downtowning climbing the charts like they’re mountains (don’t take the cable car!) yeah I passed it forget bout cables they listening wireless wildest bars but no Biggie got no liar ship. WOO!