Papoose - First Chain (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Come on now, you know I was coming Y'all just ain't now when That was a cheap shot, now I gotta get you [Verse 1] Big Sean's album is trash, it sound wicked In fights I be swinging like Will and Jada Pinkett "Papoose, who?" Boy, I'll give you faceshots I'll leave your eye puffy like the n***a who made Ma$e hot All of your dogs is stray dogs, y'all get straight shots ba*tards, I spit acid they need Maalox Kanye wore a skirt; what was he trying to prove? Y'all be following them illuminati rules Carry yourself like a man, and you will fail Play a b**h, you prevail The only time they want the black man to show his strength Is during sports Outside of that they want us to be soft So Big Sean speak like a woman when he talk When he having a seat he keep his legs crossed We can't blame him, it's really not his fault This is the feminization that he was taught You ain't a man; take that M from your mannerism You brain dead, I just gave you aneurysm True and living, God sight was divine, use your wisdom Whenever I'm reciting a rhyme the proof is given Using Biggie name, who gave you permission? You look like Ralph Tresvant from New Edition Gifted, I shoot to give no curse Every time they play Control they skip your verse Little b**h, how much change you got in your purse? I'm 'bout to lift your skirt It's a different between great music and good music Y'all ain't good with me How the f** they put your album out before Pusha T? I figured out why you're so skinny then I got over it Pusha must be selling the crack and you smokin' it Anorexic describe the way that you spit On your album cover it look like you taking a sh** Behind the green curtain, the same color as Kelis' dress On Nas album cover, you a complete mess Is that a indirect or you just a copycat? Cause he k**ed you on your own album, he bodied that Got the audacity to say you're better than Drake And out rap Jay Z, what a level of hate Those artists made you hot, go ahead and give grace Worst Clique verse, they should spit that in your face Your biggest record was called A-S-S Nicki Minaj made it hot, you way less fresh I heard you Ye yes man who get paid less checks So when Ye ask a question you just say "yes yes" You co*ky for no reason like you making mad noise You got your style from the original Bad Boy B-I-G, why you said that sh**? Always sayin' "Boi!" that's Craig Mack's sh** Still in New York? You better head back, b**h Red still ringing, let that red Mac spit First chain, don't make me laugh lame In Brooklyn that would'a been your last chain Said you stay on your toes, damn that's for ballerinas and girls You should stay grounded, keep your feet on the floor Miley did your video without you even I saw your interview couldn't give a good reason at all Lost on your first single, you was fiending the draw Attention to your project, she evened the score She illuminated your album, you was fiending for more Prostituting for the press, you a media who*e Mentally you a virus, part of the reason we lost Hannah Montana Now we stuck with Miley Cyrus Talking 'bout you hall of fame but you and Ye is all the same Share a verse, wear a skirt place them on the wall of shame When they name lyricists, they don't never call his name So in every interview you hear this f**boy complain Never walked the subway tracks in the pouring rain With a can of spray paint, just to tag upon the train Never seen a movie breaking Beat Street, Krush Groove Style Wars, Wild Style, damn you a f** dude Ain't hip hop in a lot of ways Never walk with a Walkman, your first headphones was Dr. Dre's Sean I get at you, ready to attack you Last name Mackie do, you gonna call me Papoose Right on my hand I got my whole city tattooed Five burroughs of d**h, don't make me back smack you King of my castle, get out of here, skedaddle Eyes on the prize and my ears to the gravel n***as like to tattle, shotty double barrel Brains on the windshield, Caine cousin Harold I carry the torch like a motherf**ing statue sh**ting on these rappers I don't even need a bathroom They probably never had you, know the man who craft you Big head scientist, go by the name of Yakub Oh you spit a mean 16, I can match you Well I spit a M-16, who wanna battle? Papoose who? World Health Organization Papoose who? You a owl or you hating Who? you know who the God is, stop fronting, never say who Who is a rock group in London