Croup - Your Call lyrics

(Verse 1) I remember waaayyy back... I had that hunger in me I still got that hunger down in me Got a k**, but still I be feelin' empty Tempt me like Aphrodite... Mixed with a little bit of some gin and rum Hard work, always did it the minimum - Charmer: sugar and cinnamon Then again, I got a natural talent But if only I could actually use it - Had the time of my life And you know what's nice? It's like riding a bike, you never lose it Whenever I spit, I lit fuses... TICK-TICK and then *BOOM* I couldn't sit in a room without Thinkin' and figurin' out who is The rudest emcee in the pruvence - Province, I mean But I'm proven... Tried and true I've lived with the pride and the prudence Required to apply your shoeprint In time with the music I idolize and mimic Memorize the lines, and edify the lyrics Minimize the crime and criticize the critics Oh my... Will it ever be the same? I'ma go out on this limb and guess 'No' Exoskeleton, cuz my shell is thin But I'm hella-grim And I smell a win, so let's go DNA's that A-ttract; ba** phat On the beat, "I am Ahab" Payback like Arabs, ASAP - Send 'em in a Nemesis melee stab... I need a payday bad Right away, fast, b**hhh No joke I got the eggs and no yolk I beg for chicken legs And sift through my dregs like regular folks I'm making this segment so Impregnable that Genghis Khan'd Break his own leg to penetrate my skull I guess the 'egg' is symbolic Yes, it represents my noggin - (why?) Because it's shaped the same Full of yellowy goo; Jello-ey gel of intelligence, fused Meld into an astoundin' new villain Who sends the God-willing down to meet doom There's still room on the shelf in Hell Between Cruella DeVille and Penelope Cruz... I just wanna be the toast of the party... Dress sick and McFly, ilke Marty... Chicks lyin' poolside with they' b**bs high While I get high inside a Ferrari Spit kung-fu...jujitsu... Judo, Muay Thai, karate; Choco-lava: si, grande! Lyrical Krahv-Maga songplay All day blowin' on hay... Gettin' my gourd on (Gordon) like Bombay... Appetize rap entree... Advertise y'all tracks on Broadway 'cuz all y'all play this Long game like it's not for keeps Soundin' whiter than a goddamn box of bleach Muthaf**as don't sound 'hip-hop' to me s**az ain't hot enough to drop the heat Ut... (Chorus) Ain't nobody gon' bring me...down Nobody gon' take my...crown Nobody can't stop me...now Y'all dummies, it's MY call, yo Can't nobody control me... Ain't nobody yo' homie... Nobody's gon' hold you, down... (f** no) So go stack ya money, big homie Stack ya money, big homie Stack ya money, big homie (It's your call, your call, right?) Make some money, big homie Take some money, big homie Go on, waste ya money, big homie (It's your call, your call...) (Verse 2) I remember waaayyy back... I had that danger in me I still got that danger down in me f** a pill - for real, I'm an iller emcee Rent cheap, but tax is whitey - Gimme some dim-sum and a dinner bun Winner-winner-chicken-dinner, wit a Cinnabon with it "Yum!" - said Nobody, ever Not near-nada-never-none Got a beard and a pot-belly, anda gun Shotgunnin' beer in an empty Denny's lot - "Can he hip? Can he hop? Ahh...can he run??" 'Penny-penny-pick-it-up', luck is waitin' Even though the f**er's out of circulation Like a diabetic patient's leg Hanging by a thread While he's battling a sugar cravin'... (Yo) A gorilla guerilla Battlin' chimps and chinchillas until I can Out-do any fella Any time, any color: bu*terscotch, Chocolate or Vanilla I'ma pile of hot sh**, so watch Where you steppin' off the sidewalk Cuz often, I've thought The box which I've thought outside of my whole life Is alive, and I won't lie Cuz I walk beside caution... (I...) just wanna be the boss, I'm... (fly...) Like an albatross in the... (sky...) Like Calvin, Hobbes and Bill Waterson It goes on-and-on til I (die) Muthaf**as ain't rid of me yet Pity is an enemy I'll never forget It's your call, your call: NOPE It's MY call, MY call: YESSS (Chorus) [2x] Ain't nobody gon' bring me...down Nobody gon' take my...crown Nobody can't stop me...now Y'all dummies, it's MY call, yo Can't nobody control me... Ain't nobody yo' homie... Nobody's gon' hold you, down... (f** no) So go stack ya money, big homie Stack ya money, big homie Stack ya money, big homie (It's your call, your call, right?) Make some money, big homie Take some money, big homie Go on, waste ya money, big homie (It's your call, your call...) (AGAIN)