Rah Digga - This Ain't No Lil' Kid Rap lyrics

[Intro] Ev'rybody grown in here right?! Rated M for mature b**hes I'm sayin don't get me wrong y'know, Digga love the kids but ummm....... This ain't no lil' kid rap right here, now I don't know I might have to make y'all rock a certain color wristband to bump this Yo you might even learn a new word before it's all over Try to keep up youngins! [Verse One] Yo! See! I don't study what the next folk have Take two totes and pa** invoke my own craft Grown up swag whole other vocab Y'all one hit wonders blowin smoke up they a** See even after ya peak you'll never measure me Rah legendary status Rakim, Eric B Diggin in some lil' kid a** like Pleasure P Hip hop police might start come arrestin me (SEE) This that 401 cake up not Jacob Boy tie your shoelace up, get a shape up! You in the presence of, hip hop royalty Rah Anastasia, Memoirs of a Geisha Specialty turnin blood money into pay stubs Type of pen game most rappers be afraid of Some even call me the boom bap savior New pledges beware I might have to haze ya [Hook] HUH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here SHIEEETTTTT!!! This that gettin off from work And you wanna bop your head not tryin to do the jerk (HOW IT WORK!) They say I'm what the game been missin Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (THEY AIN'T LISTENIN) Could spend a whole lifetime fishin Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission [Verse Two] This like a case of, final destination Reincurring nightmare, Michael Freddy Jason Code of a Da Vinci, b**hes like pinch me Drag 'em all to hell, twenty-twelve go against me (OW!!) I ain't even beat, just doin my numbers In and out the limelight kinda somethin like Jumper Bite front your line or two, a haiku Or the next rhyme I write might be about YOU! HUH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here (WHAT IT IS!) This ain't no abra cadabra, a chitter chatter Foot soldier risin quiet, not even a pitter patter (Be my guest) n***a, gather your dad your peers or nails I be in mails chattin with actors, even a Steven Spel' I'm a rapper's rapper, make no hap hazard In a cypher, I'm Tariq, Mos Def, and Mr. Mathers (And Mr. Mathers!) [Hook] HUH! I ain't no lil' kid rapper UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here DANG!!! This that Pinky And The Brain I'm the SHHH Gucci Mane in the bricks I got stained They say I'm what the game been missin Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (THEY AIN'T LISTENIN) Could spend a whole lifetime fishin Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission [Bridge] They say I'm what the game been missin (I mean, they keep callin me!) They say I'm what the game been missin (I been chillin) They say I'm what the game been missin Rappers sayin they are the best, but they ain't spittin (Bloggin me...) They say I'm what the game been missin (Textin me...) They say I'm what the game been missin They say I'm what the game been missin Real lyricist eveytime my name is mentioned [Outro] ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!!!!!!