Easy Mo Bee - New Flava lyrics

[Intro] Yo, yo, yo You know who it is Dwoyo Cla**ic sh** Yeah Look, look [Verse 1] Step up out of my vicinity Fire flow coming straight down your chimney Everybody knows that you ain't who you pretend to be And I don't think that you can handle my intensity Raising my stock, you don't know what else I have in store Search until you can't no more, clean up on aisle four Loved by the publics, all you do is win dicks, see? No wonder why you always say you go ham Nah man, you're mistaken, your sh**'s already bacon I been cooking, overlooking's only gonna get you taken By surprise, when you realize that I can verbalize Leaving you hypnotized and paralyzed until you idolize Otherwise, Ima have to teach you not to generalize and show you why the rhymes that I comprise are hard to find Who am I? A skinny dude with a vocabulary Hoping I don't have to keep calling my dreams imaginary Go back to your corner, keep on playing secondary Single handedly winning, you could call me Odell (wow!) How I do so well, do tell? Spit bars like cells, I do excel Take a chick you met and take her back to my hotel Different girls riding me like I'm a carousel We're 50-50? You're gonna have to master this, I heard you and your raps are sh** and that was just the half of it So please play the part of Iverson and answer this How do you think you're good when no one understands your sh**? Out of curiosity, what's with the hypocrisy? You've been talking blasphemy while I'm spitting the homily If I show ferocity, I'll turn to a monstrosity, and atrocity k**ing the villains while sinning and winning and do it in different velocities Real rhymes come from real minds, my philosophy Any questions? Nah b**h, you ain't Socrates I'm murdering the game and ain't nobody stopping me No record deal arresting me, tryna make me cop a plea This music lacking in some quality Rich dudes buying bars from the dollar tree Richer n***as writing checks instead of writing bars What do they tell them ho's riding in their shiny cars? "I made this, yeah b**h I claim this" That's shameless, credit to the dude you found on craigslist But they'll still be on everybody's playlist Cooking up beats, but the food is so tasteless Yo sh** is irrelevant, my flow is so elegant sh**'s about to drop just like a chandelier There's a reason why I only f** with Seminoles I play em with my poetry until she shakes the spear So listen up, I got a different flava for ya ear Serving delicious rhymes and making haters disappear I'm on a different tier, my league is so premier I've got an Arsenal of rhymes that you need to hear I'm thinking of sh** like this like all of the time, all on my mind, original, lyrical, make these miracles, reaching the pinnacle, gimme some time Man I know that's your girl, but I want her tonight I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to try? (what else) Once I grab the pen, you could thank later Ima turn blank papers into bank papers Empire, boy I'm headed for the skyscrapers Till I walk up on the sky, where's my lightsaber Hope you enjoy the rest of the mixtape Full of thoughts I never knew how to dictate Now my cranium is bigger than a stadium It's good to know that my dreams are in good shape, uh [Snippet: Chris Collinsworth] (Oh my goodness!) Cla**ic sh**, man (This is sick, put this to music!)