Cane - Popular Demand lyrics

Good morning cla**, I'm 'bout to give a lesson in Hip-Hop, for those of you who questionin' Thought I was done guess again When it seems like I'm finished I'm only catchin' my second wind Rap marathon runner Flow juiced up to blow Barry Bonds cover 80s baby like Shannon Sharpe's number Plus two f** you if you slumber I don't need no connection, they all laggin' I mean they all swagged out but they non-swaggin' How can a skinny work ethic grow fat pockets? They be slackin, and I don't even have Dockers Just some denim and the venom flow So presentable I bet ya end up on my genitals You'll be attached to my chords like umbilical Cause they angelical its heaven when I'm in the zone Somthing like Fergie and Jesus Ya heard me? I mean this I serve thee like Venus Fly trap eat 'em up make 'em lie flat Party like a Pi-Kap guy frat high-dap Or high-five, same diff likewise King bars, you got bite-size People say you got some good bars But my mom says all you rap about is how good you are She ain't lyin', but I ain't either Like I ain't ether Every beat I featured on your girl thinks I'm a keeper I'm on the rise like levitra to an eager senior If I'm cranky I'm in need of either a beat or some reefer Its nothin personal, I'm somthin versatile He money, he dough, Turkoglu I never heard of you, you never heard of me I understand but thats absurd to me They said get it out there so im goin yard Tryin to get my cut of the green, I'm mowin yards I'm throwin bars knowin that I'm goin far Goin hard, sharp as throwin darts into Owens heart I'm older Favre, and younger Brett Plus the one under jets whats coming next? Better with age like a fine wine Tryin to make that light right Lime like prime time Neon, Deion, beyond peons On a recon mission for the green like vegans Eat on beats I will feast on Flow dirty as the couch Rick James put his feet on "No I will not make out with you" OK, teach on I went to school and learned econ I'm prestigious, just peep the school my degree from And I'mma keep it movin with this sh** Till I'm on demand like movies at the crib I admit I'm a little looney-tooney with this sh** Just to prove I can spit I'll hock a loogie in this b**h This is simply exercise, just practice Yeah the fact is I could make up words And the sh** would be real like a shaqtus You couldn't match this with e-harmony It ain't hard to breathe, guess again Second Wind