Artist: Defari Album: Odds & Evens Song: Pick a Number Typed by: email@example.com Oh boy, so this what you been waitin' for huh? Well here he is [Defari] I'm off the chain Like runaway slaves with gauges My life had to change, so I broke through the cages Faced the nation, lyrics for you shitty critics Bottle of whiskey, you stressed man Herut be sippin' it Open the gates, get it on don't hesitate Stompin' like King Kong nigga, from the Golden State Holdin' weight in the Pacific-10 Conference You fuckin' wit Defari man, you fuckin' wit a monster Big rhymes, big shows, big sponsors So big, sometimes I think my name is Swanson But it's not, it's O.G. Dwayne Johnson With diamond cut rhymes that be costin' when I floss 'em I beat the papers and the blocks for new stocks A blue faced watch, full of rocks and new socks And new draws, Big Daddy like Lou ???? The style that I kick move shit like U-Haul I'm givin' back what you lack, and that's that These square niggaz wack, look at that, and that's that Los Angeles, see a fake dude, dismantle him Snatch him off his high horse of course de-saddle him Why battle him? this nigga silly, geeky, garbage Prankster and fool I drop a jewel of knowledge Went to school through college, a ?????????? abolish Defari, a cold guy with a style that's polished Like Sepulveda and Venice car wash The street star stop, blow a blunt Game's choppin', tall cans pop I beat the streets and the blocks where birds flock These pretty little bitches wanna jump and bump cocks So four fingers up - make sure the two's cross (West Coast!) The West Coast gotta make room for a new boss Odds & Evens huh? Defari, the new ablum huh? Aye, give us some more, can ya? [Defari] Toss around your mind when I rhyme Advance with killer lines, come and get it it's dinner time They hungry for more and more words that I spit From ex-tended clip, with an AK-47 back kick Back flip quick from multiple hits you bastard You've entered a world of a nigga who came to smash it I've had it up to here with you silly cats I'm twistin' a Philly bat, and sportin' a new L.A. fitted cap A tall can, leave me alone with your small plans I'm holdin' a family, you a small man little kid You just a little big, I be wit official niggs See basically you not built for this See I be killin' these streets Like big trucks on 22's, and 21's, plenty rum the style that I use Twenty tons, many guns - collapse your flimsy lungs Flimsy tongue, y'all relic niggaz done Defari you somethin' else baby I can't wait to hear the rest Odds & Evens baby..