Yo Statik man these n***as playing out here
They playing man
n***as got ghost writers and sh**
Ain't no body real no more
sh** is all made up
Stop playing n***a
Yeah
This for the gods man
Hip-hop gods
[Verse 1]
Real n***as provided the platform
Yeah im'ma rap for em
You n***as just rap boring
I'm taking a nap snoring
I'm waking up past four
And hop in that black 4
And that GT is grand touring
Counting these grands touring
I heard another movement might have took it from slaughter
They just took a page out our book
You better look at the authors
Look at my partners
We keep it the same
Never change
So funny how going nowhere took us the farthest
I'm rapping with body baggers
You rapping with lolly gaggers
If it was up to me
None of you n***as would not be rappers
f**, your clothes tightened up
Your voice lightened up
Even your own white friends ain't white enough
I think you haters had quite enough
Like p**n stars bleaching their an*s
All you a**holes need to lighten up
It ain't that serious
Selling your soul
They paint a brick road yellow
And tell em its gold
Tell em its the yellow brick road
Fooled by the wizard of Oz
Now you'll never be an Em or a Nas
Kim or a Fox
I'm the rap villain
A rebel
Got a bad feeling that they want me to slit my throat
When i crash through the gla** ceiling
But f** the mainstream
I'm in the underground
I'm counting cash, chilling
An outsider like matt dillion
Listening to Big Poppa
Sticking proper dick in a chicks knockers
Sipping on french vodka
Keeping my choppa loaded
My choppa stay loaded like a rich rocker
I call the sh** stopper the witch doctor
Poking holes in you like a voodoo doll
Who do y'all thing your f**ing with (huh)
Blow pop in a________
You on some s**a sh**
I'm cookoo dog
Letting my Zulu balls hang since FUBU draws
For the f** of it
(hahaha)
b**h, s** a dick