when i spit, the words: they glisten
cause where i'm from all the birds say "listen"
and what the f** is that suppose to mean?
i don't respond to emoticons or emotions
what a notion, as your brain pans through the locomotion
a key mouse and pad is said spoken, my friends do this
the peg you with one ways, i got your message late....i was still on the subway
and people, they don't laugh anymore
they use acronyms to make their opinions known
this why i might stay home for the next couple weeks
and retreat to my forms of beats, rhymes and life
i lift up the phone like every f**ing night
Jim Kenny: stop pushing those bu*tons all the time
i use to be a baller, now i'm bringing my C game
i know that my song is a screen name
now girls love to be photographed
this is a fact that can't be contested by
the constraints of femininity in society
it's not that far from how everyone's a DJ
and how every single party is destined to be great
my bulletin board is on the baller block
another chopper, stalker from calling it holler-talk
to the dude with the novel tattoos, you know
played out: outside, played out: inside
stay out in nights, pageants streets of rays
whisper in my ear about the beats on stage
and don't blow me off like a dandelion
man, he tried to tell me that his DJ crew was incredible, you know... hyphy!!!
see i really don't get what that means out of context
but either way, misa**ociate songs with s**
and talk to me like russel right on my d**h day
you make me wanna tussle with a bed frame like...
my checking styles forward like Mike Peca
right rip, tight lip with hi-sticks up
i met a girl at the states i wanted to pick up
so i'm like "Baby, let me be yr glowing puck "
and she says "WTF?" in terms of abbreviation
that's when i say my cellphones biller's a mess
but i get pa** stress through a keyboard press
and meet girls on the internet that wanna get blessed
and i met one the other day, she was too hood to true
she was too good to be new....goods
so i ran her through the scanner of my choice
i held her like a banner for my boys
i think she checks out like a Betty Ford, Eddie who*e"s
mettle with my gerbils, send my ba**es of the board
i face a rancor, a matron at a store
to base myspace with graces is the paces i award ya!