Frank Heller - How Nice I Am lyrics

[Vocal sample: Phife Dawg] Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am [Verse 1: Seven Shawn] My words who live between the bars and the page And they set free, when I release on stage My raps just froze, from days of olde And my bu*ter hit the book with ink Until the whole pen sink It's Seven Shawn, a relic from the lost place I kick backs, that is a North baby's off wage Just in case the crabs don't understand the rhyme But they keep the scoop Go on a square root, like forty-nine I give a sharp math attack, like a box cutter So nice, make precise, cuttin' the bu*ter Smooth brother, heat up in the drop top I get a pen and pad, and write down bad rhymes (Wicked) One time for the mind Just what I see Stay the same, never do a run game on my people Hot like the sauna, Seven's the rhyme owner When I rock I make brothers flock this like the corner Wanna Meltin' bu*ter down into the depths of her king sips[?] Words on my lips sink ships I mean hips of honey b**hes start to spazz and speak Make 'em drop and shake, and make their knees get weak Okay, rub it in like Renegade, then say: Squeek and bam, teach it like a damn sensei Slice and bash, I'm like weed or the hash, I make ya high last Rock, repeatin' my text [Vocal sample] [Verse 2: John Doe] When my mentality flips you better run Straight to the West, smack dead in the sun Because I make it hot like a known drug lot And John won't let up until I get my props Facin' reality, man they can't grasp You better jet past, I'm comin' for that a** with the Reel o' real, I don't have to pack steel b**h I'm outstanding like Shaquille O'Neal When I leave mora**es I muster, maintain Stress piles up leavin' sores on my brain But I keep a level and a way to sidetrack Where I'm at? In my ghetto peepin' to my raps 'Cuz when I think back and I look at the times Butcher, hittin' dimes, doin' petty crimes Rush to get old, I was bold Threw myself into the world, no coal, it was cold By all means necessary get me a ball Had to hit the cream to support my one love Do on my camouflage, blendin' in the streets Doin' long extras to make ends meet But as the clock ticked, came wisdom to see Understandin' my third eye master me Now the black market is my target of attack Yo, my peoples are you with me? Where you at? Let's wreck [Vocal sample]