Rap lyric of the week.

I got kicks I got snares I got tracks I got beats
and I got more rhymes than klansmen got sheets
But I don't fight or quibble
Bite or even nibble
Mess around and I'll have to break you down off the dribble
With a one two three
Take it to the bank
And before we get started put some gas in your tank
'Cause we don't wanna make a pitstop for awhile
We gonna keep it goin for a couple hundred miles
And when we do stop it's like a brotherhood thing
Ladies become queens the men become kings
So when you hit your neighborhood
Treat your neighbor good
Ain't no other flavor that made ya move
But I bet this flavor could
So give me the microphone and let me finish up my mission
Tell your people you won't be home and that you're on an expedition
'Cause there's a bunch of hope in my heart that I'm holdin
So join me set yourself free cause we rollin