Franc Friday - ANTHEM lyrics

[INTRO] [VERSE 1] Around the way, they call me a smooth talker A track rocker Really, I'm fierce A mean-walker A head-knocker Prone to setting things off proper My name ain't B.I.G But they're calling me "Big Poppa"! I said before, I'm introducing that new flow The crew know, I'm representing that new dough The cash flow is planned Give me a hundred grand Flip it for millies in minutes, they need to understand! I've seen the future, I've seen the globe And it's in my hands This type of music, that's activating adrenal glands! Ooh, they sweating I'm thinking they might be peaking, man Give 'em a rush and I'm dipping out with the cash in hand Man, but really these willies They gotta feel me when I rock the mic I'm knocking 'em silly Yeah Somebody tell 'em I'm coming I'm moving, I'm running I'm stunning, going to hit 'em with something REAL HARD Watch as I turn up this real charm When I hit 'em with these lyrics I'm doing 'em real harm In the zone I'll never leave this rap sh** alone And when I tell them that it's on, then it's on--what?! [VERSE 2] Kicking flows, they the wickedest Trying to knock my hustle? I find the concept ridiculous See the floss game meticulous This diva got demands My life planned down to particulars No parallels, I rise perpendicular Inclined to fly above these bullsh** distributors Son, I'm out here working it When it come to spitting bars, I'm in charge I'm hurting sh** Everything I bless platinumize Flame in the eyes I'm out here trying to capitalize A word to the wise You never want to mess with these rhymes I'm destined to climb Beat 'em out like every time Every rhyme I spit I be k**ing this sh** As good as it gets Schooled 'em, now cla** is dismissed Cause, uh, it's the E.M. to the T With Tea Haze We blaze, light 'em up Jubilee [CAMPAIGN INTERLUDE] Ayo I said I'm hitting 'em with that new flow So you know this dude goes He's splitting up wigs and afros Channeling thoughts to astral planes He's prone to wreck brains He's blowing their minds like c**aine Again and again and it's profane They know the name They seen him sipping on champagne In the fast lane It's rad, man The next thing So come and join up with the campaign... what? [VERSE 3] Check him out He a down town citizen Always on the grind He inclined to get it in Young cinnamon gentleman Got mad discipline The dude run game like it was wimbledon n***as sweet, I need insulin I shake 'em up like ritalin And really just can't with these simpletons See they're faker than silicon I steal the show and k** the game like carcinogens!