[Intro]
[Verse 1: Carlos Ferragamo]
Chao the motherf**ing dungeon of rap
How you cum if minus the s**m the dick the college chick with a perm
Who's the number one Bronx MC?
That be me, capital 'C', yup, 'A' to the 'R-LOS'
Pronounce it 'Carlos', Ferragamo the surname
Here bringin' finest hip-hop minus the rope chain
You've prolly never heard of me like I got no name
Train on the tracks, we're fire without the propane
Air Force 1's on the feet, color of c**aine (what?)
[DJ bring it back sorta like Rogaine?
Battle me stupid like PS3 with no game
Or computers with no monitors
Check the thermometer, spit longer than 4 kilometers
Shine bright like the North Star Andromeda, for real
Smack the top of the face, no ice grill
Cuz I came from the hood and I could go back still
[Verse 2: e-dubble]
I got it, I'm on it
No pause, no comma
Straight through, no juice still spit like a Llama
Yeh, new week, new treat like a comic
I ain't talking stand-up but I like 'yo-mamma's'
Promise gets kept your threats ain't honest
33 weeks deep, keep dodging them Piranhas
Jaw drops like you just saw Rihanna in pajamas and you got it on tape so rewind it
Play it again, the good sh** reining 'em in
Carlos and e-dub, we playing to win
I'm tryna spread the good seed like I came in the wind
Pollinating 'til the politics can come to an end
Honestly this new sh** it transcendent
Everyone's a critic nowadays
Go ahead and hit send, b**h
The Internet is like a living organism for some haters to create a persona they ain't livin' yet
And probably never will, I'll probably never spill
My cup is a carafe and my balance be that of Jedi sk**
You better bet I'm ill
I hate to brag but before I go out I hope I got an Eddie Vedder will
Lots of a**ets, no liability
I'm saddened by the pa**ionless people with no abilities
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the people with the [Scrillogys]?
Equivalent to Terry Jones sermonizing in Tripoli
Ack, bullsh**tin' while I think about victory
Happy to be stubborn, I'm never uttering 'Pretty please?'
Too many Favre's in the pocket, no tickling
We sweat to pay dues, Ray Lewis take a whiff of these
Dirty uniforms, never keep them sh**'s white
Go and f** yourself if you need your sh** wiped
Do for self or go ahead and get your sh** swiped
Unconvinced I'm equal, inherit sh** but a sh** life
Talkin' down to me is something that you can't do
I'm 7 foot, you're [Mecholsky]? in a pants suit
I see your dandruff and you need to shampoo
Bill Clinton your a** free willy 'til I shamoo
Or sham-wow, I took the damn vows
Married to this sh**, hip-hop is my spouse
No movie, my mind has no doubt
But I'm livin' in the parable, now you go pout
[Outro]