Howie Duzziman from KCFW by Sankofa
Tracklist
| 4. | Howie Duzziman | 2:42 |
Lyrics
The most gracious host
Loquacious
Raise a toast so sacred
Took the mic and then he made it smoke
Crooked dice, shook them twice and made a vapor cone
On a scale of 1-10, he’s only rated dope
A hop, skip, and a jump with most afraid to go
The prose palatial, took the verbs and nouns and made a throne
A roast with basil for his supper, what a flavor Holmes
Lounging with his cape, roaming in the danger zone
Penning columns like an architect in ancient Rome
Sleep is the cousin, but nah man, it ain’t Jerome
Plate of scones for his breakfast, yes he ate alone
He rocks until the break of dawn and Dawn’ll break a bone
Keep the change handy for when he had to pay the phone
To make the right call at nightfall and slay a gnome
And make the mice bawl, tears appear with fatal prose
Steering clear of top bunks, man, he’s laying low
Maybe grab a shovel, dig a pit and make a home
He drops funk from mahogany, the laser glows
They call him Jimmy Boeheim, the way he stays in zones
Living in it, possibly the greatest major known
Five miles, five AM and then he’s shaving his dome
Rhyme style’s fly, ascend trend courageous and grown
Rather build than waste any time debating with clones
So many grind away, he plays in the sacredness known
The kid who found a playground and then made it his home
Self-sustaining, all occasions making statements of stone
Hell’s awaiting round the corner, smell the wages of bone
My equity is sweat I don’t parade in cologne
Keep that for the folks concerned with all the fragrances though
Nasal provolone
