(Intro – Both) Yeah… velvet wingtips, chrome-tipped charisma Saxophone sinners in snakeskin cinema Two slick linguists slide through the avenue haze With ostentatious swagger and immaculate gait (Verse 1 – Mr. Belvedere) I promenade proper through the populous plaza Monogram moccasins, silk on my posture Vocabulary volcanic, I varnish the cadence While parasites panic from grammatical greatness I’m smooth as a lacquered-up bassline session With a glass of brown liquor and a half-smoked question Women whisper when the winter wind wander Through the brim of my fedora with the feather tilted farther I articulate hustle in penthouse patterns Never had to brandish—my banter bring action A baritone Don with a Barnes & Noble brain Who could quote Sun Tzu while maneuverin’ cane I synchronize swagger with celestial timing Every syllable shimmer like a Stella-star diamond Fast-tongued fellowship, elegant pimpin’ Jazz-club Jedi with a elephant memory listen— I’m cool as crushed mint in a midnight mojito Move through the city invisible like a mosquito Low-lit lobbies where the lonely get lost I turn pain into poetry and make the sound feel soft (Hook – Both) Smooth pimpin’, smooth pimpin’ Talk slick over saxophones and cymbals hittin’ Quick wit drippin’ while the upright swing Every sentence gold-plated when we step in the scene Smooth pimpin’, smooth pimpin’ Velvet in the vocal with the double-time rhythm Wordplay shimmer while the trumpet go cry We some fast-talk philosophers too cool to lie (Verse 2 – Butterscotch Flex) I enter establishments elegant, effortless Penny loaf prophet with predicate excellence Conjugatin’ confidence over cognac conversation Complex contemplation with a calm concentration I’m a linguistic lounge lizard loungin’ lavishly Laughin’ at the labyrinth these lackeys travelin’ They babble in banalities, I balance the meter Like a mathematician conducting misdemeanor jazz procedures Please… My demeanor deified, deeply distinguished Every phrase polished till the weakness diminished I pirouette perfectly through percussion arrangements While the waitress memorize my whiskey specifications Fast as a auctioneer, smooth as astronomy A pimp philosopher speakin’ in apostrophes The type to make a sonnet out a streetlight flicker Then negotiate percentages with three nightclub strippers But it’s bigger— This ism is rhythm and rhetoric fusion A prism of pimpology mixed with musical lucidness I maneuver through the madness in Italian suiting Like Miles Davis reincarnated with computerized linguistics (Bridge – Both) Saxophone smoke in the chandelier glow Every bar butter when the band play low No rush, no rust, just refined intuition Two fast-mouth magicians with immaculate diction (Verse 3 – Both Trading Bars) (Mr. Belvedere) I glide like glycerin spillin’ on marble mosaics (Butterscotch Flex) While my idioms illuminate idiotic oasis (Mr. Belvedere) I’m a midnight minister of luxurious language (Butterscotch Flex) Who weaponize cadence with miraculous anguish (Mr. Belvedere) Snap of the snare got me back in alignment (Butterscotch Flex) Every paragraph purr with platinum refinement (Mr. Belvedere) Women wave slow when the wave cap shimmer (Butterscotch Flex) Men throw shade ‘cause the spotlight bigger (Both) We some jazz-club generals, federal with metaphors Smooth operators slide through revolving restaurant doors Too articulate to argue, too fly for collision Just two slick-tongued sharks with exquisite precision (Outro – Both) Smooth pimpin’… Speak easy sermons through the speakers system Fast cadence draped in finesse and wisdom While the whole room sway to the poetry rhythm… Smooth pimpin’.
