V-1
Yo I aint no hard hustling muscle man loving the curb
The only time I use a bullet is in Microsoft Word
Slick talk, you can say I got grease in my speech
Be rhyming with a fried chicken piece in my teeth
But now Im more self sufficient
The food in my shelves and kitchen give myself nutrition to help with my health conditions
And while Ive never been too stable cerebrally radio frequency rappers still aint able to equal me
Plus I link with them, cause the fatter the beats, words battering peeps when Im scattering speech
Like jabs to cheeks, shattering teeth, drop the dagger in deep, rattling jeeps with base levels no ladder can reach (nice)
Shad be that freak with that five mic classic
Still rapping on his street selling tapes out his jacket
No lights and action the places I bust a flow
The only rap videos I make are instructional
Trust the full power my verse packs
They closed the kitchen I worked at when they heard how I served cats
V-2
(so are you wild?)
Like girls gone with Mardi Gras pearls on
Again and again, Im here to prove the world wrong
The real deal, Im just trying to keep my wheel still
Im worth fighting in a box office like Kill Bill
Chill live freestyling the jam
Crowds flip cause my rhyme is wilder than Vans
And my DJs nice on those tables like coasters
We trying see all the hunnies waving our posters
But yo they dont dig it I aint trying to be hyped out
With a mic Im cold lighting the Brian McKnight, rapping is done
Forget the purple rex Im singing backing one in purple mecks, turtle necks and khakis son
No shame, burst your brains with propane
Its just shad not add-ons or coat names
Like cocaine money lines, my new rhymes are dope
I do the thing wild like my name was Tom Mope
More wild were than the west with Kool Mol Dee
You know G bringing the sickest drama since the OC
V-3
In a crazy world, meaning Im sane
And a break from all the nonsense theyre feeding your brain,
While theres Nas and Gen (?) at halftime when this cat signs,
I own a master like tiger and get green like a back nine
And I dont make the cash mine and thats fine
Id rather live with these up and downs than flat lines
Still my jam rock the body like kidney stones
When I pass through, I got more soul/sole than Shaq shoe
I be receiving more paper than a fax do
For inspiration I draw on people like a tattoo
Art is regardless of the hardships we face, the world aint so cold when your heart is embraced
So brace to the home where Im resting, peace is a dead skin on my couch speaking with brethren
And spitting punch lines with that stupid smile
That got your crew saying hi like juvenile
If Im on your radio then dont you move the dial,
Just snap your neck to the music like you knew it was wild
Yo I aint no hard hustling muscle man loving the curb
The only time I use a bullet is in Microsoft Word
Slick talk, you can say I got grease in my speech
Be rhyming with a fried chicken piece in my teeth
But now Im more self sufficient
The food in my shelves and kitchen give myself nutrition to help with my health conditions
And while Ive never been too stable cerebrally radio frequency rappers still aint able to equal me
Plus I link with them, cause the fatter the beats, words battering peeps when Im scattering speech
Like jabs to cheeks, shattering teeth, drop the dagger in deep, rattling jeeps with base levels no ladder can reach (nice)
Shad be that freak with that five mic classic
Still rapping on his street selling tapes out his jacket
No lights and action the places I bust a flow
The only rap videos I make are instructional
Trust the full power my verse packs
They closed the kitchen I worked at when they heard how I served cats
V-2
(so are you wild?)
Like girls gone with Mardi Gras pearls on
Again and again, Im here to prove the world wrong
The real deal, Im just trying to keep my wheel still
Im worth fighting in a box office like Kill Bill
Chill live freestyling the jam
Crowds flip cause my rhyme is wilder than Vans
And my DJs nice on those tables like coasters
We trying see all the hunnies waving our posters
But yo they dont dig it I aint trying to be hyped out
With a mic Im cold lighting the Brian McKnight, rapping is done
Forget the purple rex Im singing backing one in purple mecks, turtle necks and khakis son
No shame, burst your brains with propane
Its just shad not add-ons or coat names
Like cocaine money lines, my new rhymes are dope
I do the thing wild like my name was Tom Mope
More wild were than the west with Kool Mol Dee
You know G bringing the sickest drama since the OC
V-3
In a crazy world, meaning Im sane
And a break from all the nonsense theyre feeding your brain,
While theres Nas and Gen (?) at halftime when this cat signs,
I own a master like tiger and get green like a back nine
And I dont make the cash mine and thats fine
Id rather live with these up and downs than flat lines
Still my jam rock the body like kidney stones
When I pass through, I got more soul/sole than Shaq shoe
I be receiving more paper than a fax do
For inspiration I draw on people like a tattoo
Art is regardless of the hardships we face, the world aint so cold when your heart is embraced
So brace to the home where Im resting, peace is a dead skin on my couch speaking with brethren
And spitting punch lines with that stupid smile
That got your crew saying hi like juvenile
If Im on your radio then dont you move the dial,
Just snap your neck to the music like you knew it was wild