Crooked I - So Good lyrics

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Crooked I - So Good lyrics

[Sample]: It's so good It's so good (Reasonable) It's so good [Verse One] [Nino Bless]: Nino! Ayo, it's so good how I do this Your flow is Sarah Palin stupid which don't pertain to my music Content, I constantly rock sh**, I rhyme sick You just rhyme sick like stick, slick Simple one syllable a** rapping sh** for brains I'm like the new Big Daddy Kane minus the pimping thang A young Rakim minus the sniffing cane A young G. Rap on these Roads To Riches switching lanes The kids insane, raising the stakes soon I blaze tunes to make the elephant change rooms And I can't wait till I drop Watch rappers get shook like Mickey Factz in a room with Rae's goons Ice Water, mic's I slaughter You will never see me in no one's shadow like Night Crawler I'm 5'4" with an Eiffel height aura Sneaking into your top five now put it in size order You hearing Nino's flow on tracks and (it's so good) Damn, huh These cats is all hype but ain't k**ing the mic feel me (yeah) Yo Crook we going innnnn [Crooked I]: I'm ill I'm dope, coke in a pill Promethazine before you open the seal Thought I told you the deal Like you rappers wanna play for the Lakers, you older than Phil A logo on the back of my Jordans, you over the hill/heel You in the 80's with them really sh**ty rhymes I'm in 2029 so that should give me plenty time To relax, how you gonna catch me with itty bitty lines? Like Biggie in Brooklyn, New Yiddy the city's really mine I'm on a mission to hit you with rap terrorism Come in the booth when I record is the last exorcism The new revolution we snuck it past television Put it on the Internet, hip hop's last mechanism When I'm spitting the track is finished, the rapping menace The drop battle when bodies academics You wanna flip like me? Go grab you a spatula after that add a gymnast Crooked is back just to hang with business [Cambatta]: Yo I roll with a Crooked I/eye like Stuart Scott Like the reunion of Snoop and 'Pac I'm truly the only future this music's got I'm super/souper hot when I'm rhyming/Ramen you get your noodle rocked Get it? Soup/Ramen/noodle...ha Intergalactic, cynical ba*tard with criminal tactics Flipping on the pissiest mattresses While maintaining my residual averages It's going down like genital flaccidness I keep spitting till I'm living in lavishness And you the n***a I'm tipping, delivering packages I'm living my lyrics I'm really this hazardous I'll spit at your spirit and sh** in your casket kid I'm speaking it deep, I'm Tone Loc'in' And I'm Rosa Parking the seat if I ever see the throne open Dro smoking, I'm high as hell And Heaven is my landlord, repping what I stand for I grab a pint bottle Hennessy 5 Hour Energy Several machine guns and drive up to Tennessee Cut my finger prints off to hide my identity If I get caught, say I'm T.I. and they'll let me free I got 'em ducking like Fantasia's voice Only n***a you never heard that can hang with Royce Only n***a you never heard that every words ill So never let never occur, lesson learned [Sha Stimuli]: They say my rhymes are good, my beats are bad My girl's a b**h my wife is mad I'm switching flows and hitting hoes with Different Strokes and there you have The Facts Of Life, the raps I write were sorta kinda half way nice But now I'm just adapting like this parasital appetite My last years free styles that you saw? That was like Kobe in '97 shooting air balls in Utah Now I'm under new law, I'm too raw, use more Brain power like an insane mouth on a huge broad I'm in the booth war with everyone you swore Was hotter with they rappidy rappy raps, I abuse y'all Rupaul, U-Haul, drag queens move a lot units but I promise I keep doing what I'm doing and win I'm the center of attention I'm the sinner not repenting for his sins I'll send these corny rappers to Hell if I can find a cheap ticket Put your soul on a hitch to your spirit, y'all don't get it [Big Moss]: Yo Big Moss the Philly's own, hip hop's heavyweight I'm forcing nature, spitting flows until them f**ing levee's break Meditate, getting in they minds spitting sicker rhymes Jefferson hairline n***a because I'm getting shine Step off, like you beefing in fraternities You heard of me, your new songs and bars don't even worry me Sick of n***as claiming they the sh**, don't worry B I'll play a gentleman and give your sh** the courtesy Flush You out of here with that weakness Dick down a s*ut throat and leave the ho speechless Cam All these n***as wishing they could be this Come across my zone n***a, Darrelle Revis I shut 'em down ain't no running back A knife to a gun fight? What you gonna do with that? You bring that wack rap, guns go rat tat In a row dawg like a soldier in Catstack