FV - Not Like Hov lyrics

I'm not like hov I've never been hustling big I'm not the bossman, I know that I am not running this ship I'm just a small fish who is having its fun in the sea Black Adder of rap, ain't no one is cunning as me Go run and see, got knights taht are gunning at me In addition the dictionary people coming for me Breaking the language as sweet as a geeky woman could be The flow's magic, don't panic though Houdini's got nothing on me Nine bars and I am having my fun Don't want to brag my son, but I am smarter than them If you're listening wondering where this banter is from I'm from Poland, motherf**er, call it land of the strong Do a light bulb joke, I'll shove it up in your a** And you'll be asking How the f** this Pollack done it so fast Slick like the genie, fly like a Palladin's rug A barbarian coming through All you palladins duck You're All out of luck, 'cause I don't plan to give up Until I'm gold-pantie-rich, call me Kylie Minouge But for now, I'm just some regular paranoid bloke Doing voice-crimes, they should have my larynx revoked Yes, I know I was bragging again It's in the essence of hip-hop, so it's hardly a sin Just so you know: if you're thinking of harming me, friend I'll form my motherf**ing syllables to armies and win Everybody's screwing each other Like the monogamy's dead I saw my nemesis and said: Dude, aren't we friends? f** y'all too I am not saying sorry again Your lives fueled with fake smiles Bunch of Barbies and Kens Alright, so I exaggerated a bit But all you haters should be smacked, feel the pain in your lip To any folks out there who may hate me to bits You goota know, The doctor said I'm crazy as sh** I'm gonna' brainstorm now It should be raining a bit So, you better keep yor cats in home Lady, I am sick I'm infected with drums Hear the snare and the kick You can't learn rhythm, dummy You inherit the sh** Hear the kick and the snaring And all other percussions that are filling different layers Listen to kicking and clicking and throw your fists in the air The revolution's coming and it'll be there in the bit I'm wordtwisting 'till it hurts to listen I curse when I'm spitting f**ing sharing my wit Matter of fact, gimmie the throne The rest I'll have: Some nice tunes , gin&tonic And an the xbox pad The beat drops b**hslap him again. You all thought The kid's gone, kid is rapping again Rap considered to be gone, now it's Back with the Wind That he produces with his lips, when he actually spits He's such a kid, he's got pedophiles kiddnaping him In a previous life he might've been Eminem Before his soul died, when Ritalin kicked in And destroyed the legendary Shady villain in him FV, watch him k**ing the men, responsible for hip-hops's overfilling with trends You motherf**ers raped the muses, now you stealing from them If you don't like him, then s** all the vanilla from him And nobody's ever interfering with him You better start the f**ing cheering When you're nearing on him And be giving him six beers Better do it quickly Cause the third-person talking is fatiguing to him RRRah