[Intro]
Right of the rip, nobody can f** with me
I'm out of space, mind and body, my soul and so on
Mami I'm fly is an understatement, come to greatness
[Hook: Mr. Porter]
I'm on my own planet, I'll do my own thing
Then turn around and pat myself on the back, for doing good
I don't need nobody else, I'm gonna do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts, it's all good
[Verse 1: Royce]
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gonna need a NASA spacecraft to sight me
If you don't like me, bite me
I could give a f**, less fightin excites me
Leanin on the moon with a patron fifth
Playing my own sh**, and I sound terrific
I'm not co*ky, I'm beyond that
It's time to start another hobby, I'm beyond rap
Run and tell your baby daddy and your son Ray
I'm hot, I sunbathe on the sun bae
I'm the one on the one way
Hands and pretty long legs from the runway
My n***a Nauny is a genius
You gonna need a ladder just to climb on my penis
Got two words for the rap game, f** y'all
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Right off the rip, you thought it was a wrap for me
Didn't you? Go ahead and admit it hater
Cold as ice I'm a living refrigerator
The reason hip hop's breathing the defibrillator
I did a bid just for drunk driving
It'll never happen again cause now I'm drunk flying
I'm an innovator when I say I'm on Venus
I don't mean that I'm dating the tennis player
I'm on Saturn where you don't matter
Alone, I'm past the zone where your phone scatters
Hello? Can you hear me now you?
You don't got a f**in choice
Elbowed my way into everybody's conversations
With rhyming, timing, and patience
Now I'm in space b**h
I use to have to be on some watch what I say sh**
But now you gotta take it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
They say a closed mouth don't get fed
I say a closed mouth don't give head
On the flip side, know a close fifth don't get bread
And if you swing it then you gon' get lead
Boy I put ‘em in a panic, got ‘em all frantic
Overlook my antics, you'll see that I'm a throwback
Hip hop Stan Smith but it lessen my love
The so-called rulers ain't quite measuring up
Now lemme give the chicks a message
Bit of X, she'll tell you that the dick is precious
Three words, get over it
And if you speak mine, mention I could trip over it
Low key like my name to big for the bill
Betty White style, get it in, still
Plus I'm on the high you can't fit in the pill
But I try anyway, we gon' die anyway, ya heard
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Big Sean]
Right off the rip, his respect is demanded
Sittin' on y'all, so you can't understand it
I back a b**h down like a n***a chiropractic (what)
Back in this b**h like I'm puttin' on a jacket (haha)
Mission impossible for feelin' all my tactics
Boy? - Until I'm fillin' up a casket
You know? I think I'll have the soufflé (yeah)
Mr. Big Shot! Russian Roulette
My neck look like Water Boy, where's Bobby Bouchet? (where)
b**hes jump for me,and I'll knock the bouquet. (hooray)
Haha! I used to ride up in the putt-putt
Now I rolls in the green, Tiger Wood putt-putts. (what)
Yo' girl used to be my bus s*ut
f** my truck up, cause I'm f**in' Tiger's s*uts, yup (uh)
So hold yo' girl close she scream
B.I.G. like she recognize a ghost. f** with me! (yup)
[Hook]