P.D. Cure

I'm flossin' glossy toes, a little moss will not frost this ego
But my feet are lost if I don’t foot the cost to prep these rows
I don’t presume I'm on parade -- my rep precedes me, tho'
Was named "best groomed" in 8^th grade, go check the yearbook! So,
I let the pros massage my calf, push the cuticle
At least try to treat these beasts as if they’re beautiful
Still got callous but now I’m stylish when I hit the floor,
In my flip flops, I'm flippie flop flippie to the flip flip flop and it ain’t pop
Just a cool, crazy response to anyone teasin’
My vain ways in this lazy footwear season.

Dem Copy Katz [Ode to my Co-workers]

Throwing pebbles from the belly of the devil, I'm OK
Them iced out rocks, now, have never been my way
In midtown some clowns speak with tongues of venom
Not Allison, she'd prefer to sell you deals on denim
Nor Alejandro, no, he schemes to tell all his dreams
Ray in proof represents with a pool game supreme
In the middle there's Gil, giggling at his own jokes
And Mike be, likely, outside for a smoke
Leaving EJ to replay his most recent movie scene
As for me, I'm down with sounds and the spaces in between
Simple words are our jewels, occasional zingers serve as bling
If you sing real nice but lyrics simply aren't your thing
Leave the top lines, the pop rhymes, to the copy team
Talk to our boss Chris, the quick wit with the black shirt and jeans

Roar

Savor this, taste what I say, the sharp flavor is
Paperless, just sounds, get down, I'm no hater
But my favorite days in the Bay were still dangerous,
Them ravers trippin on X make-a-me vex. Relationship was
Pain and bliss--couldn't breathe or leave, I paid for it
Afraid a bit, spooked by the proof, in truth, change is
Strange and it chafes at the places you're safe--it's a major trip
But facing it, I got strong, moved along, now I labor but
Later, kid, I'll know that I made, first let's get faded

You know I got all that grade A shit 

And you can hit it one time to open the door
Hit it two times to even the score
Hit three times, I done it before
Don't quit it, son you just have to roar

Listen up, hush, don't rush in while I'm riffin'
If you're missin' I'll go slow, you know I'm on a mission though
My missles don't float yo, they spray just like my spittle
Shift a little to the left and the mist might miss
You might slip, don't trip upon this rhyme's riddles
Take your time, I save mine, then mix it like a dish up
Take a taste, don't waste, I'm kinda superstitious
If you're rude you'll get screwed, karma is quite vicious
Just be kind, unwind, and sip this fine elixir
Hit it one time to cushion the blow
Hit it two times to loosen the flow
Hit it three times then push down the door
Don't quit it son, or do I have to roar?

(Feelmatic)

On Nas and AZ's Money Mentality:

love is realism, not fluff, the stuff of fantasy
f--k what they think is sexy, a true partner brings you sanity
and my humanity is peace orientated
destined for a soul mate my third eye appreciated
cuz, i was a virgin till i gave in to my urges
but when i was on the verge again i learned another version,
now some caress with kisses, others do their thing with ginseng,
brothers such as myself just want the other half that's missing
to keep alive the eternal vibe that lets the heart beat
hits em with a riddim and changes bitter to sweet
some say it's known that we all die alone
but as long as i still breathe i will believe a heart's a home, so
until that day i expire and pass in silence
i'm a turn the other cheek, kinda shy away from violence
yeah, i keep it real but what i feel is my reply
and love's a bitch, but i still try

yo love's a bitch but i still try, that's why i don't mind
when i go home, to nothin but a poem
love's a bitch but i don't mind
you know i stay kind

Holiday Freestyle

The gist of the flow I soft-served at Tim & Allison's party; Ron's percussion inspired:

Go on, snap your candy canes, slap those silly sticks
A drum lick and rhymes quick, to wish you Merry Christmas
Hope yr shopping list weighs light as a feather
It's great to give thanks, remember, however
To stuff stockings with loving
It's sweetness and not things
That make your loved ones smile,
But how you give them
It's how you live, man!
How you snap your candy cane, make the rhythm slip,
Take a little time to give an extra kiss,
Make a special call and don't count your minutes
Cause love, it's infinite. One love--infinite.