(Verse 1)
No diggity doubt
Eat your heart all of you organ donor
My flow so hot it burns Christopher Dorner
Oops
My bad he dead for the sh** he said
Well Don Jon's on the rise is what he should of said
Now let me take yall back a decade ago
I use to rap with older cats if you ain't happen know
And I would showboat to the dudes
Cus I just felt like a pro
I'm not yo average money Jon
But I wanted the doe
I'm west coasting
Boastin'
My compeiton I am roastin'
RIP to them, and I hand them a couple of roses
I dodged a couple bullets
But I live life to the fullest
And I do it maniac who's under the influence
Of this sick wit hip hop movement
My lryics will
Paralalize the crowd untill they all stop movin'
And if you see
I'm shark in the sea
A sharp MC
I'm rappin' till my life is deceased
Ya'll need to paws like u had a hand full of fleas
I think
Half of the crowd
Would agree
I'm intelligent
I'm packin g
AA degree
And i'm going for that B.S
And it's stank free
And haters that be hating I don't like it like I'm keef
And be drinking I be chiefing till I'm feeling like a chief
And I be blowng all my smoke
And they blowing air like a queef
And on the mic
They look at me in disbelief, cus I'm brown
And I sound
And surround my myself
With other bothas
Loving my music
That's something that can't deal
Well appeal my opinion
If you giving a sh**
And f** it if you have to come out
And go empty clip
Cus I'ma die like Marta
And live with the honor
Of tryna catch a fade like I'm sitting at the barber
I got trust in God
He got trust in I
Illuminati they got they got trust in eye
So pick ya part foos
Can you get the picture art school
Stand up for your right
Never be hidden like fossil
Even though I'm underground at the moment
My hooks on the tracks gon' hit my opponents to chin
They dazing gon' fall to the canvas
Now wake up yo
I'm schooling in my campus
They guard down when on the mic
Prepared to fight cus I'm going out like Mike
(Chorus)
And it's like that y'all I'll y'all I'm that I'll y'all
My raps are murderous
And f**in' k** y'all (x3)
(Verse 2)
Ha, and I'ma run this sh** back
Yo man..
Them better days by 2pac
Them trap raps by jock
NWA and The Game always had Compton lock
I had them Slim Shady Emeniem
BIG is Ahead of him
And that's a list when
I was just listening to sh** as kid
But thankful for cats
Cus find'em in each one of my raps
Not to be co*ky that's why I sound decent
And now a days kids really look up to some weak sh**
Dafuq u mean to tell he ur favorite rapper?
I hope u mean really mean “xmas gift rapper”
And yeah I got my respect for only a few
But I don't blame
I'm pointing my finger right at the radio
Cus they be bumping all that weak sh**
So it makes us think
Damn , I gotta sound like this to f**in' make it
Man, stay true self
Before you get put away in a shelf
Man stay all true to ya self
Before you get put away in a shelf
Yeah...
Like that...
On some smooth sh**