Birth of B. Naner

been in a song writing mood. written to "trap door" by the alchemist.

You could call me b naner

Don’t worry about my grammar

And lately I got a stammer

cuz I’m big and my stamina low

B naner

The big mamma jamma

Swagga so impressive

Walk and I exude glamour

 

Flow fluid like the breeze through the trees

Hike my skirt up cuz it’s sweaty between my knees

you got me thinkin birds and the bees

My expertise and my wit

I know you like my steez

And if you dusty ima sneeze

Stay arm’s length from me

It’s allergy season

Ya secretions got me wheezing

All that talkin clog my pores

Unless you talkin with a reason

Oak trees make nectar showers

Fuel my rhymes like flower power

These berries a little sour somebody get me a banana

 

You could call me b naner

Don’t worry about my grammar

And lately I got a stammer

cuz I’m big and my stamina low

B naner

The big mamma jamma

Swagga so impressive

Walk and I exude glamour

 

Flow fluid like the waves in the ocean

Ya mouth dry from all that smoking

Talkin flat and u in slow motion

I’m fertile and full with oxytocin

Two pairs of eyes the sky kaleidoscopin

Bloated, outspoken

soakin and focused

Devotion stronger

Than ya grip to ya vices

Look at my son and he so bright he ignited

Fro risin at the horizon

And if it ain’t grow from the earth

We ain’t eatin it

And when my son was born that was my rebirth

From now on

 

You could call me b naner

Don’t worry about my grammar

And lately I got a stammer

But I’m big and my stamina low

B naner

The big mamma jamma

Swagga so impressive

Walk and I exude glamour