This is a song about "Mix"

I'm a mix, i'm all the same.

You're not usin' your brain

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

I walk around understanding the politics

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

And add nightmares to the mix.

The jiggas and the tips

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Mix it, did you get it? i sell this n' never falter