Black Light Music - Pocket Tees lyrics

[Intro] Whispering/Muttering Hook [Verse 1] Wakin' up at 5:30 with the newspaper and a cup of coffee Writin' rhymes just to get these feelings off me It's too early for chattin', speak softly I'm about as chill as palm trees with a calm breeze Hah, my flow is steady like an ocean wave I'll hit the studio, recordin' what I wrote today My lines are dirtier than bad girls who won't behave Phat, but not overweight, as in I'm a protege Negative energy will just float away Keep my mind open, though, and let it go astray Performance enhanced rappin', and so I'll say I'm Mark McGwire hittin' homers playin' for the Oakland A's Pull out the notepad like Canibus And you will be the man I diss if you are not a fan of this That's for another day, though, okay, bro? It's still the A.M, and today I'm tryna lay low [Hook x2] So good mornin', everyone is snorin' Pancakes stacked with the orange juice pourin' I got the feelin' that nobody will be stoppin' be Nobody stoppin' me in my fresh pocket tee [Verse 2] And if it's afternoon, I'ma have to do what I just did They don't remember me before my flow erupted I busta busted and they were not disgusted So now I'm freein' lyrics off of the cuff, it's Cool - they waitin' for it like a train station They put it on and every word is like a vacation The beat is the beach and, they keep it repeatin' There's no worries where my sweet flow may take ‘em It's River Rapids with my rhythm when I ruin it Big Sean swervin' through my songs, goin' stupidest My notepad will go percussion and there's no discussion Other rappers dozing like their flow containing robotussin Cuz this is hip-hop at it's finest A rapper at his best and there ain't none denyin' it I'm a simple man, reppin' all the pocket tees Take a pen outta my pocket, sit back and just watch it bleed [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I mean I'm chillin' through the school day, rhymin' every period You could say I'm lyin', just because you isn't hearin' it No debatin' that, though, these cats know I'm serious Shootin' shrapnel at every fat bloke that's curious A prime fighter with the smooth feet, move sweet Makin' girls ooh-wee whenever this dude speaks I'm too heated for this new week of school days Mixing styles with Packet like I'm stirring up some kool-aid Hah, my vocab isn't so bad I just go grab a couple pens and write a whole track Compared to my adaptiveness, your flow's whack There ain't a beat that I could blow past and won't trash I'm smack talkin', if you wanna talk smack back You'll be callin' me a pack rat the way I grab that Roll of duct tape and wrap you, and after that crap... I'll be pudding you in a box... snack pack [Outro] No-No-Nobody stoppin' me in my fresh pocket tee