This is a song about "Being mixed"

I can't even list,the shit all just mixed,held in the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

And if i'm down with this banging shit

With words so mixed and twisted

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

This hip hop's mixed in with pop to be correct it's electronic

Chronicles and retakes, two things mixed together makes no change.

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

My only faith is philharmonic, mixed with logic

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

I know your feelin mixed emotions

Look this the joint that could get me the spins