This is a song about "Sonic the h"

Not #h or a #king but ill #hit a #pedigree

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

Too perfect they think i'm bionic my raps are super sonic

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

How they rave with a phrase of rage, days of sonic,

Audio sonic to coleco saw em, bought em at the gala

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Dash and blast faster than that mutha fucka sonic dude

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop