[Intro]
Yea, something new, yo...
[Hook]
If you ain't got millions to spend
And you satisfied chillin' with friends
If you ain't whipping a benz
And not popping Rose,just sipping on hen
(This is for you)
So, if you ain't really into them trends
Then, know that every time I'm gripping this pen
I'm in it to win, now let the realness begin
[Verse 1]
Yo, if hip-hop dies today
Shine that "i", in the sky, I'm just a couple rhymes away
And I'll be on the way, like "ándale!"
To let em know I'm not the kind to play
I find you gay
The time it takes, to eat you
Is equal, to your appeal to them people, zero
And f** this, while y'all fools were touring
I was pool cleaning, carrying chlorine
But y'all are boring
So I came, and energized the game, like I dipped my brain, in Taurine
This is a never before seen, horror scene
Sick lyrics that you should stick in quarantine
You a'int the late great Dilla, homie, your the Fiend
Rhythmatic, semi-automatic, syllables will floor your team
Metaphors mean, cause I remember being fourteen
Rocking them tore, second hand store jeans
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
f** y'all, I don't need no help
I do this sh** myself, depend on nobody else
Must be on steroids
Y'all rap about guns so much, it's like you paranoid
I just sit there annoyed
You a scary boy
You a f**in' fairy, you the secondary choice
b**h, I got a legendary voice
I rap circles around squares and rectangles
And wreck labels, missionary, like a s** angle
f** your cars, I'll leave your Lex mangled
If your the heir(air) to the throne, I'll leave your neck strangled
If you got myspace, and I a'int on your top 8
And you a lady, that prolly means you are not strait
And if your a hater, its prolly cause I'm great
My place of residency is my own mind state
Where i wonder, how much time does one rhyme take?
Cause if time equals money, and your hungry, then why wait?
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
b**hes like "I hate you, you just too co*ky!"
I'm like "Think I won't replace you? Then, b**h, you watch me."
Critics knock me, cause I ain't Mr. Poppy
And I'd much rather be the original copy
You running around swearing you're on fire to everybody
But your really NOT, like Ricky Bobby
If you don't like me, then most likely, your next to be eaten
You check my resume even? you Sesame Street &
I'm looking for pussies to eat like a lesbian seekin'
So I bum rush your stage like Kanye West when he's beaten
And take over your show for the rest of the evening
It don't take a computer genius browsin' to find
That "Deal Time" 1 & 2 were the best of 2009
So just a**ume that 2010 was bound to be mine
But it's more like 2012 cause your style is behind
I cross boundaries and lines, cause my sound is divine
[Hook]