Verse 1:
You know my thang is programming language/
I'm music java
Too new for this rap s***/
I need my own genre
Rap b******, have you seen my father
If so, tell him scream at a kat
Cool eva since the day I dropped out my mama/
I leaned out her kat
It's all in my bio, first chapter t**led rowes and lyles/
Where I raised was
s*** about the Micha / gan in a swisha
Which was the s*** that put spots on my kissa
And yellowed my pinchas/
They're to far gone to cleanse them
I been diggin in dirt tryin to master the art of the swoop
Chasin that loot, ya know, misspent youth
Not a thug, I prefer hoodlum/
Stereotypical, angry black, ex-con turned muslim/
If there's jewels layin out, I couldn't say I wouldn't/
s***** that s*** quick as soon as who's it was
wasn't really looking Yo
Chorus:
Put ya hands in the sky
Wave them b****** from side to side
Just as witnessed by the eyes of Senim
Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies
Verse 2:
You know I heard it, seen it, done it, said it/
Me and Jude s*****ed your knock out and jetted/
Slung it, and tore off Saolo for the QP he threw me on credit/
I blazed it with Stanky/
In 2 maybe 3 days / I remember vaguely/
Runnin up in kats cuts / we did such
Cuz we neva had much cept downtime and badluck/
Our disadvantages / world gave us hell / so we made hell sandwiches/
Wrapped up in cannibus, crime, rap, and s**/
Woods of countryside bussin Malaki's tek/
Swooped your jimmy just to ride and wreck/
The good ol' days / house parties and hood ho trains/
Stupid f***, ran in it raw just becuz she looks ok/
But it was drawls right? / So it's allright/
Things were simpler then/
Hump wants a redbone / in turn I get wit her friend
Reminds me of '93 / love at the rhythm kitchen/
15 in with no ID
We were hip hop then / more c**ture less trend
Before urban-pop and ready made blunt skins
Yo
Chorus:
Same
Verse 3:
It's important ya know/ all these things are said in fun/
I don't hit women / been known to choke some/
I don't smoke crack in fact I never sold none/
I got shot once but it was just a pellet gun/
Yes I watch p*** that I've bought and I own/
Even got my own / I record in my home/
I didn't quit rappin, I just quit jeffin/
From now on I keep my bidness and my friends separate/
When you want it live you can't compromise or settle/
Gotta expand / binary broke up cuz I'm not a yesman /
Lo still my dog though, he know the tempo/
If one blow, then we all roll/
This one goes out to all the kats that I know
Big Juice, O-Type up in Chicago
Judo, Juhump, and Beto
Dave and Sentric sleepless in Seattle
Rhythm
Chorus:
You know my thang is programming language/
I'm music java
Too new for this rap s***/
I need my own genre
Rap b******, have you seen my father
If so, tell him scream at a kat
Cool eva since the day I dropped out my mama/
I leaned out her kat
It's all in my bio, first chapter t**led rowes and lyles/
Where I raised was
s*** about the Micha / gan in a swisha
Which was the s*** that put spots on my kissa
And yellowed my pinchas/
They're to far gone to cleanse them
I been diggin in dirt tryin to master the art of the swoop
Chasin that loot, ya know, misspent youth
Not a thug, I prefer hoodlum/
Stereotypical, angry black, ex-con turned muslim/
If there's jewels layin out, I couldn't say I wouldn't/
s***** that s*** quick as soon as who's it was
wasn't really looking Yo
Chorus:
Put ya hands in the sky
Wave them b****** from side to side
Just as witnessed by the eyes of Senim
Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies
Verse 2:
You know I heard it, seen it, done it, said it/
Me and Jude s*****ed your knock out and jetted/
Slung it, and tore off Saolo for the QP he threw me on credit/
I blazed it with Stanky/
In 2 maybe 3 days / I remember vaguely/
Runnin up in kats cuts / we did such
Cuz we neva had much cept downtime and badluck/
Our disadvantages / world gave us hell / so we made hell sandwiches/
Wrapped up in cannibus, crime, rap, and s**/
Woods of countryside bussin Malaki's tek/
Swooped your jimmy just to ride and wreck/
The good ol' days / house parties and hood ho trains/
Stupid f***, ran in it raw just becuz she looks ok/
But it was drawls right? / So it's allright/
Things were simpler then/
Hump wants a redbone / in turn I get wit her friend
Reminds me of '93 / love at the rhythm kitchen/
15 in with no ID
We were hip hop then / more c**ture less trend
Before urban-pop and ready made blunt skins
Yo
Chorus:
Same
Verse 3:
It's important ya know/ all these things are said in fun/
I don't hit women / been known to choke some/
I don't smoke crack in fact I never sold none/
I got shot once but it was just a pellet gun/
Yes I watch p*** that I've bought and I own/
Even got my own / I record in my home/
I didn't quit rappin, I just quit jeffin/
From now on I keep my bidness and my friends separate/
When you want it live you can't compromise or settle/
Gotta expand / binary broke up cuz I'm not a yesman /
Lo still my dog though, he know the tempo/
If one blow, then we all roll/
This one goes out to all the kats that I know
Big Juice, O-Type up in Chicago
Judo, Juhump, and Beto
Dave and Sentric sleepless in Seattle
Rhythm
Chorus: