Celph Titled - Majik Most's Theme lyrics

[Intro] Platinum plaques strapped on my back Yeah, if you a fly girl come by the crib I'll sign you, I don't even got a record label Yeah, Yeah, Yeah this is Majik Most Yeah This one's going platinum, i can feel it Roll out the red carpet Get a reporter with a fake tupe I'm answering questions right after this, right after this [Verse one] You're a fake Majik Most with a goatee Tryin be me, I'm ever MC's envy You're just a mockery fly your head in mach 3 No one can stop me in my monopoly Monotony is just not for me I need a girl with a fat a** on top of me One who likes to give sloppy head constantly It gets real ugly... I got a p**no fetish So I'll have your girl wrestling in coleslaw lettuce Forget hip-hop you don't got what it takes I'll skip your demo tape like a rock across the lake Wake up record dope tracks take my vitamins And smack your mom on the a** While she's cooking me breakfast I'm blessing you with this Dope a** beats and the sk**s that you miss Add me to your favourite MC list! [Chorus] b**h you know it's Majik Most And all his rhymes are dope And you motherf**ers know That he's got a lot of hoes [Verse Two] Ladies! Spread your cheeks Cause everybody loves a freak I hit the streets rolling deep in my hooptie with four groupies And I make sure that they're all cuties Rocking a fur coat and black derby hat Pimping this track pointing out what you lack I brainstorm while you write rain checks It seems you got a super-market complex Your style's bu*ter milk making cheese and bread But you're not fresh, so all that sh** is dead My blade to your throat as I'm holding your dreads Decapitate you, make you quit while you're ahead I'll fedex a snapshot of me about to drop And when you sign for the envelope I jump down a chop your throat You can quote me on any fact that wits out your back shake you up Pull your cap off like artifacts [Chorus] b**h you know it's Majik Most And all his rhymes are dope And you motherf**ers know That he's got a lot of hoes [Verse Three] Smoothest kid you ever met in your life Thats why I'm at your crib, chilling with your wife I'm nice like that some say I'm conceded But it's not like that, you're just mad cause you're wack Matter-of-fact two seconds of air between two of my tracks Is fatter than your whole f**ing album black So how you like that? I'm off the foot rack, half step and catch a kick back It doesn't matter where you at on the map My crew will run through you Come to your city and pull all your fly girls too Give the credit where credit is due I'm too dope you show me no love Then secretly start a Majik Most fan club Man, Tampa's in the house automatic respect Come down south we'll fry your chicken neck (yeah Majik Most, your little sister bought my single) [Chorus] b**h you know it's Majik Most And all his rhymes are dope And you motherf**ers know That he's got a lot of hoes (Yeah I'm with your mom right now)