Niggaz Mad Cuz I Can Rap
Niggas mad that I can rap
Just imagine if I stayed in the trap
Cooking up chickens like Colonel Sanders
Up in the kitchen
I spit it like I'm reminiscin'
Make it a premonition listen
I was just a lad on my project steps
Now that I'm thinking back
The projects was the best
But niggas mad that I can rap
They even turn they heads when
They giving me dap
Because they bitches' heads always
Fall in my lap
I just jump and I swim, and I run me a lap
I wish Q Tip would've given me this track
I would've boddied it
Like the aftermath or shotty kicks
Supеrb, with my nouns and verbs
I can splurge a rhyme
Or takе a rapper's critical lifeline
On my life I'm not lying
They bite mine, I'm a pipe bomb
Squeezin' the game
Big guns like SOCOM, I got aim
Troopas bazookas could shoot down planes
But that's another note
Let me bless you with another quote
I remain unseen, grab you a telescope
I'm hella dope like like 36 o's of coke
Round table, mixin' Hennesy with the coke
This gonna be a cold winter
Better buy a coat
Top Dog money gang, nigga we a cult
I ain't got a bank account
Dawg I got a vault
And you got my name in your mouth by the gulp
I withstand all that, give me
My check and respect, i demand all that
Before I (pop pop) blam all that
And my gun don't jam like that, bombaclot
Get your mama shot, me fear none
Where the rum, Jay Rock? Go 'head and flex
I be at them niggas' necks like a racist cop
Just better hope they stay afloat like
A boat at the dock
Somebody call me a doc, I'm 'bout to lose it
Ironically I'm smart as, but my flow stupid
So stupid that I closed my eyes
Wrote a rhyme by my fourteenth bar
Envisioned The Three Stooges
Expression of the shit I write
Is like who pooed it? I shit on a rapper
Then make they wifey call me Brutus
However we can do this
Flow sharper than a machete
And I can stab you in the back like I'm Judas
You rap like your raps is
The hottest or the coolest
I rap like I'm wrapped in the hands of a god
Throw a fire bar then I scream out HADUKEN
I'm Ryu when I ride through, how you
Pyrus and the Crips say how you?
Because I turn a session into a typhoon
And boogie boys couldn't last one second, two
But niggas mad that I can rap
My arsenal make you look all bad for a rack
And you can admire me in the lab for a rack
I need a variety
Bitches of cosmetology that could
Jump on the head
But you can keep all the rats
Just model bitches with ass
That sit on top of they backs
I'm on top and I'm back
For the first time like a newborn spinal cord
That's a line, press record
What's goin' on? Why do you refuse to
Feel me, feel me, feel me
Lord, I need you to
Feel me, feel me, feel me