Watermelon (Citrullus lanatus (Thunb.), family Cucurbitaceae) is a vine-like (scrambler and trailer) flowering plant originally from southern Africa. Its fruit, which is also called watermelon, is a special kind referred to by botanists as a pepo, a berry which has a thick rind (exocarp) and fleshy center (mesocarp and endocarp). Pepos are derived from an inferior ovary, and are characteristic of the Cucurbitaceae. The watermelon fruit, loosely considered a type of melon – although not in the genus Cucumis – has a smooth exterior rind (green, yellow and sometimes white) and a juicy, sweet interior flesh (usually deep red to pink, but sometimes orange, yellow and even green if not ripe). It is also commonly used to make a variety of salads, most notably fruit salad.
Watermelon is thought to have originated in southern Africa, where it is found growing wild, because it reaches maximum genetic diversity there, resulting in sweet, bland and bitter forms. Alphonse de Candolle, in 1882, already considered the evidence sufficient to prove that watermelon was indigenous to tropical Africa. Though Citrullus colocynthis is often considered to be a wild ancestor of watermelon and is now found native in north and west Africa, Fenny Dane and Jiarong Liu suggest on the basis of chloroplast DNA investigations that the cultivated and wild watermelon appear to have diverged independently from a common ancestor, possibly C. ecirrhosus from Namibia.
Be Mine.
I express like an interstate
Hyper when I venilate
My rap pieces penetate and infiltrate your mental state
Just to reitterate
That I innovate
Bonin' broads when they men-estruate
I speand a great time with the rhyme
More than I did any female
I derailed your train of thought
Because your brain was caught
On some other man's thinking
Now your third eye is blinking
My rhymes be kicking like a brother's breath be stinking
I get funky for sure while you're *sniff* unsure
If you got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw
This track was a broad
I'd be bonin the shit out of it
Bang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her
probably some scratch clothes and some J's
I got six thousand ways to rhyme
Choose one
I stand out like a nigga on a hockey team
I got goals, and I can like a pop machine
I come clean
Like a fiend in Chi I'm down with rehab
My stutter styles crazy
Cause that's right, we bad, we bad
Pryor to Richard I was that crazy nigga
Cause I kick ass
And when i wreck other rappers be like whiplash!
Verse Two:
It's like I come I come to the party in a b-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance
It's like I come I come to the party in a b-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance
Me without a lyric, is like a nigga without a beeper
I'm a blow this shit out, cuz I'm the joint like reefer
If Barry White was in the mob
I still would be deeper
Cause i had lyrics back when i used to run with Keyvin
MC's step to me, butt-ass naked like "What;'s up?"
I said, "You; know you done fucked up
Now I'm sayin, "You; know you done fucked up"
Everybody that here be say I'm Jams like the NBA
Cause I'm on fire
If I was a Michelan I wouldn't tire
It's funny how time flies
Well I'm as fly as time
I don't believe in role models
But if I do, then I'm mine
I make brothers say "True;"
They be you and be like fiction
I want 'spect and dead presidents
Like Richard Nixon
I'm a coach not a player
Not a gay mc, I'm straighter
My style is similiar to AIDS
You can f with it now
But catch you later
You can't touch this, cuz this is what I'm feelin bro
I'm the man, you need me I'll be on the fifth flo'
Just chillin
Even if it's played out it's not the word to play so peace
I express like an interstate
Hyper when I ventilate
My rap pieces penetrate and infiltrate your mental state
Just to reiterate
That I innovate
Bonin' broads when they men estruate
I spend a great time with the rhyme
More than I did any female
I derailed your train of thought
Because your brain was caught
On some other man's thinking
Now your third eye is blinking
My rhymes be kicking
Like a brother's breath be stinking
I get funky for sure while your 'sniff' unsure
If you got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw
This track was a broad
I'd be bonin' the shit out of it
Bang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her
Probably some scratch clothes and some J's
I got six thousand ways to rhyme, choose one
I stand out like a nigga on a hockey team
I got goals and I can like a pop machine
I come clean
Like a fiend in Chi, I'm down with rehab
My stutter styles crazy
'Cause that's right, we bad, we bad
Prior to Richard I was that crazy nigga
'Cause I kick ass
And when I wreck other rappers be like Whiplash!
It's like I come, I come to the party in a B-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance
It's like I come I come to the party in a b-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance
Me without a lyric, is like a nigga without a beeper
I'm a blow this shit out 'cuz I'm the joint like reefer
If Barry White was in the mob
I still would be deeper
'Cause I had lyrics back when I used to run with Keyvin
MC's step to me, butt-ass naked like "What's up?"
I said, "You know you done fucked up
Now I'm sayin', "You know you done fucked up"
Everybody that here be say, I'm Jams like the NBA
'Cause I'm on fire
If I was a Michelan I wouldn't tire
It's funny how time flies
Well, I'm as fly as time
I don't believe in role models but if I do then I'm mine
I make brothers say, "True"
They be you and be like fiction
I want 'spect and dead presidents like Richard Nixon
I'm a coach not a player
Not a gay M.C., I'm straighter
My style is similar to AIDS
You can F with it now
But catch you later
You can't touch this 'cuz this is what I'm feelin' bro
I'm the man, you need me, I'll be on the fifth flo'
Just chillin'
Even if it's played out it's not the word to play so peace
Inside I was restless
Left awake to the clocks
Outside wailing helpless
Ridden out by the locks
Inside, outside, inside your love
Inside, outside, inside your love
You said you want diamonds
Well I think you'll like pearls
And you said you want cigarettes
Well I think I want girls
Inside, outside, inside your love
Inside, outside, inside your love
Come on
Music is the life man
Music is the life man
It cries and cries and feels so nice
Music is the life man
Music is the life man
It cries and cries and feels so nice
I think I've found
I think I've found
I think I've found you out
I think I've found
I think I've found
I think I've found you out
Inside, outside, inside your love
Inside, outside, inside your love
I was out in the garden pulling up some weeds
When I had got to the place where I had planted those seeds
It was the biggest thing that I'd ever seen
Like a giant football but the color was green
Chorus:
Slurp (Ptt!), Slurp (Ptt!), Slurp (Ptt!), Ahh!
Slurp (Ptt!), Slurp (Ptt!), Slurp (Ptt!), Ahh!
W-A-T-E-R-M-E-L-O-N (What's that spell?)
Watermelon!
W-A-T-E-R-M-E-L-O-N
I sat down the other day just to have a little snack
I took a piece of watermelon out of my sack
It ran down my chin and on to my clothes
I got it in my hair, man, I got it up my nose
Chorus
You know it's green on the outside, pink on the in
But your stomach's gonna ache if you eat the white skin
And you better spit the seeds, cause I'm telling you, brother
They're gonna come out one end or the other