I’m. A. Neighborhood playa/ I’m on another layer/ everytime I check in, I’m the motherfuckin’ mayor/ fuck a naysayer with a bottle full of Ritalin/ throw a little in, hit a blunt with only richer men/ People think it’s interesting/ sanity’s diminishin’/ not afraid to punch a nigga, not afraid to finish him/ No rims on my ride, no ice on my neck/ just hundreds of songs, I value respect/ Nobody does it better homey, tell me who I’m sleepin’ on/ creepin’ on you niggas from a distance like a peepin’ tom/You don’t wanna start the shit, you and I are opposites/ strapped like I’m ready for the undead apocalypse/

CHORUS: I’m Perry Mason (Yup!) I’m Perry Mason, I’m Perry Mason (Yup!) I’m Perry Mason
I’m runnin’ this town, you niggas is just chasin’/ Law can’t touch me, fool, I’m Perry Mason

I’m Perry Mason (Yup!) I’m Perry Mason, I’m Perry Mason (Who?) I’m Perry Mason
I’m runnin’ this town, you niggas is just chasin’/ Law can’t touch me (Why?) I’m Perry Mason


I hit the plane down, no survivors, somethin’ outta nothin’, MacGyver,
I’m on my Hustle Crowe, spit it ‘til they know it’s me,
Just in case they didn’t know I’m droppin’ ghetto poetry,
Might be lookin’ younger, but I’m feelin’older,
Searchin for the truth, call me Agent Mulder,
I’m like a vinyl track, real until my final rap,
Music ain’t a joke this is Fust, not Spinal Tap,
Hit ‘em with the rhythm that ba-dum-boom pap,
For the sold out shows with the whole room packed,
Hit ‘em with the rhythm that ba-dum-boom pap,
For the sold out shows with the whole room packed,

CHORUS: I’m Perry Mason (Yup!) I’m Perry Mason, I’m Perry Mason (Yup!) I’m Perry Mason
I’m runnin’ this town, you niggas is just chasin’/ Law can’t touch me, fool, I’m Perry Mason

I’m Perry Mason (Yup!) I’m Perry Mason, I’m Perry Mason (Who?) I’m Perry Mason
I’m runnin’ this town, y’all niggas is just chasin’/ Law can’t touch me (Why?) I’m Perry Mason

I'm as real as a black man crossin' the street,
pushin' a shoppin' cart home, two kids in the seat
Aw, don’t be sad, man, just because I stack paper,
Got me feelin’ like a mad man, ha, Don Draper,
No, I never needed style cause I’ve always had a presence,
We are all that care to know, never had a message,
So, if you’re done resting, I’ll hit the ground wrestling,
To prove that I’m The best thing up until the next thing,
Posted up at the tire shop, please believe that
new wheels for a singer, so I never be flat
I’m doin’ things other rappers wish they could,
Shoot a nigga in the dick—achewood.