Chuuwee - Post Mortem lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuuwee] Check it, what's up with all this boredom? You fresh to d**h, I'm Post Mortem The Jordan of recordin',thug poet did the score It's like the '93 Bulls champion sh** I be endorsin' I get these women wet, they bring me gifts I call em dolphins The flow is off the coast, I'm sure of it like where I'm walkin' With the sand between my toes so get the f** up off my dorsal fin Coastin' doors open in that suicide with dro and wind Inhalin' never chokin' on that buddha blessed, I'm golden, sh** This rappin' sh** I hold it like it's holstered I'm off the wall like hatin' n***as snatchin' down my posters I'm up and down the city like a f**in' roller coaster You best to put that offer on the table like a coaster My management legit, she handle sh** like she supposed to And TUS will murder any n***a that approach us I kick a style like Jackie, Jet, and Chuck Norris the coldest Still I'm hot as Pensacola when my pencil get to rollin' n***a Fill me with liquor watch me start a drunken rage And write a thousand words a minute on somebody else's page Then sell it for a million to some wack n***as and lames And still be k**in' sh** with half the sh** I wrote in seventh grade They burn me like a blunt, I love when my sh** get played You need to P90X your rhymes you weak as seven days You speak they don't applaud I spit and turn the stage into a rave and shut the venue down like fire marshals say The Prince of Sacramento; on my hierarchy phase Cut the joggin' before I put you out like trash on garbage day Or a small kitchen flame, I douse you n***as fires You n***as lyric liars, my n***as vivid writers I light myself on fire until I'm hot like Richard Pryor You wack as sh** at this, go get a grip, go get some pliers You see me on the fliers, I'm the lyricist for hire And I'm pickin' n***as off like scopin' hostiles from my sniper.. Bow!