[Intro]
I am Little Boy
[Verse 1]
I, I, I am Little Boy, my limelight'll bake ya
Drop on an emcee's head, f** his whole day up
Radiation merc you from a distance
Godzilla n***a, Mead notebooks, the illest in detention
Bag a PYT, baby hair, the flyest
Her skin was like charcoal, her eyes was like diamonds
Peace to the Kieatias, Delores and Anitras
They cherokee designs got me hooked on fair features
Quick with the premium, too wide
Quicker with the cesium, light speed, too fly....science
Why I gotta beat on these muthaf**as to reach them
Flow holy water, they shy away from the preacher
Madame Marie Curie, b**h died from being curio-us
Move with the tool, throw school on Bob Villa
My inventory's a different story, Legend of Zelda
Brunhilde is zealous, there ain't sh** that you could tell her
And how my city go from Carnegie the Rockafella
To god bodies knocking off WAMO to block a fella?
Ride for my negro, die for my negro
Dig a grave for n***as that my negro done just bodied
Swipe got the gat, Buck 50 cut em softly
Stevie got the silencer, sing to the shawtys
Gift Money Murder hold the double pump shotty
Scooby snacks my jam, turned Velma into a bouty
J-Man the glocc, B-Loc the 4-5
1st and last time you'll hear a gun in my rhyme
The Lord is merciful, not me
I slaughter lamb long as she beautiful, knock kneed
Yeah, she had a stint where she popped E
But now she high on B.O.B.C., pop in P....righteous
Success got ya tearing up, I'm not feeling ya
I got material, plus materia
Limit breaks for the malboro savage
Burghtown, knights of the round, quadra magic
My love backstabbed by the law Jenova
I move golden birds fore double cd is over
I k** the messenger on Motorola
Spell check's a blessing, I'm bligg, never catch me sober
[Monologue Outro}
It's Burghtown sh**, it's Ceiling Fan sh**
It's Loudpack sh**
Yeah...Little Boy was the bomb
That they dropped on the Japanese in Hiroshima
You feel me?
And f**ed up all they sh**
f**ed up all they sh**
Final Fantasy b**h