Jonathan Wyman - Still Bimpin lyrics

[Verse 1] Shut your fat face I gotta blurt it in a verse because the twerps is throwing dirt up on my name It's Peter Sparker, known to grip it Quick to skip a parking ticket, double digit, if I get it up in Maine I got jokes, I'm never funny with the written Maybe you heard about it Sunny disposition, with the urine clouded You're Derrick Rose on the toilet, making bull crap Handing me the mic is like the ball to a fullback Already busted in, too late to pull back Still got the itch like I been wearing a wool mask P. Dank's the symbol to know I got the nimblest flow under the Timberland cloak You wanna roll with the evergreens? Better be dope! Think you can Park and catch Rec? Ha, Leslie Knope! I wanna k** every rapper ending lines with "yo" Quick to flick a Humpty-Dumpty, leave him dripping with the yolk And same with these cats ending raps with letters, B That's like admitting that you think I'm better, G You'll never be as def as me, you wanna end my reverie They wanna catch me separately and take all of my recipes They're yearning for my expertise and burning all my effigies And lying to the referees and crying to the deputies I'm thinking, "slow down, lady" My rhymes dirty as the floor at the ho down, baby My circle never sounds square any go-round, Amy Each LP, I got the speech healthy I'm doing magic tricks with the hand they dealt me ‘Cause I take fan bases, I don't take selfies, still bimpin' [Hook] Still bimpin' in the year one three It's Peter Sparker in the place to be I got this beat from my man up in Waterville, his name's Mike Be Now I give it to you peeps to peep, so check it out Still bimpin' in the year one three It's Peter Sparker in the place to be I got this beat from my man up in Waterville, his name's Mike Be He probably made it on the 303 [Verse 2] Being true when dispensing my vocals Got me the dude who invented bifocals All up in my wallet, bumpin' Illadelph, ill as Hell Clean bill of health, gorilla smell, still in Wells I'd rather be smart than cool Sippin' screwdrivers hammered out in Sanford but I'm far from tool I'd rather be a good dad, than in the manure In the sewer, evildoers, cheese-chasing with the hoodrats So I'm raising my daughter Her toes pruny in the bath as the raisins I bought her Mics torn like Achilles, to pay the bill-ies I went from blazing Phillies to raising Lilys, for really But you know my steez Watching Jeopardy while I smoke my trees I met Mike Be in the year '03 And if I ran for president I bet he'd vote for me, I'm still bimpin' [Hook] Still bimpin' in the year one three It's Peter Sparker in the place to be I got this beat from my man up in Waterville, his name's Mike Be Now I give it to you freaks to peep, so check it out Still bimpin' in the year one three It's Peter Sparker in the place to be I got this beat from my man up in Waterville, his name's Mike Be I bet he made it on the 303 [Verse 3] I was wannabe who turned to an anomaly, my policy is always state facts Because I'm the only me So if I tell it how I smell it, never embellish, I could make great tracks Man, look I came from nothing So it's somethin' when I'm bumpin' Smashing Pumpkins when I'm ridin' on a jet My etymology is Kept the mic close as Ghostface to Wallabees and always broke a sweat I stay repping for the Jeff who got the new subs in the old whip Bumpin' Spose sh** on his way to the brew pub Rappers say they scoop nugs like Snoop does And they'll inflict harm ‘cause they got more arms than a group hug But f** that, I don't want the cool points I just rock the show, get the money, smoke dual joints But thinking that my rhymes aren't awesome? That sh**'s forbidden like items at an auction Because I grinded form the ground up Back when hashtags wouldn't pound us In this spit sh**, I met more dicks than the town s*ut Back when my bank account was zero, even if you round up But, I kept grinding like teeth while asleep Skipped the beach for the beats, no belief in defeat All my peeps wanna sneak, wanna see Pete deceased ‘Cause I'm on the road more than I'm in the streets I'm still learning, incomplete in my dome Repeatedly honed by two women I greet at my home When I'm reading my poems, that's me in my zone I got bars on the tongue like I'm eating my phone, I'm still bimpin' [Hook] Still bimpin' in the year one three It's Peter Sparker in the place to be I got this beat from my man up in Waterville, his name's Mike Be Now I give it to you freaks to peep, so check it out Still bimpin' in the year one three It's Peter Sparker in the place to be I got this beat from my man up in Waterville, his name's Mike Be I'm sure he made it on the 303, with an NPC [Outro] (M-M-Mike-Mike Be) What's my man? Mike Be (Mike Be) What's his name? (Mike Be) (Mike Be the beatboxer) (Mike-Mike-Mike-Mike-Mike Be, Mike Be, Mike Be) Shout out to the whole P. Dank EA, Cam Groves, Lady E, Shane Reis, Doc Astro O-O-O-O-Ock Cousteau, let it go, let it flow S to the P to the O, known to rock the show and then get the dough Piece in the Nissan whip You got chicken nuggets, I'ma need a piece of that sh** Break me off some barbeque sauce, hard to get lost When you get this GPS all up on the iPhone Dope rhymes off of my dome They wanna steal all of my poems Why's that? ‘Cause their poems s** Hope somebody shoots their dome up, bloaw! Leave 'em looking like a donut I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding, don't k** people