TenCent - Halle Berry lyrics

Verse 1: Young Hems is the name, you see I flow vicious and chaotic like your veins on speed I'm like your brain on E, acid, c**aine and weed; Cla**y, mundane, indeed. I got a couple personalities so stay with me If you're not liking what you're hearing I can change the scheme And I can change the beat, like: My girl pretty, my grades average Saying: f** the city, cause I am a savage Cutting bruises in my brain so I get the smartness But I went too far, man, just get the bandage I need booze. A few sips help the sadness Switch quicker than the motherf**ing trends in Paris I'm both the Agent Harrises and the Tony Sopranoses Cue a Rap Genius nerd with some boring an*lysis I'm the Gangeses and red wines flowing in palaces I'm the millionth rapper saying how f**ing evil and bad he is Chorus: That's boring Claiming you're a f**ing demon? (That's boring.) Saying you spray chicks with semen? (That's boring.) Crying we should respect the females? (So boring.) Bragging 'bout your car and your nine? Complaining about rapping 'bout dimes? Rap purists go back to '95, go see Pac touring and go s** on his crack pipe Verse 2: I see. You f**ers are feisty Cause I'm on my Ricky Ross, you're mad cause I'm icy I wanna calm the f** down, and light up a nice tree But my own mind is going against me, like why me? I guess I'm the rap game's Balotelli All these big black Tobiases? I call'em Nelly Got Halle B s**ing my D, don't swallow, Berry- My seed's precious. If you do it I am carving your belly All I do is f**ing rap, and I'm not charging a penny You say you got bars, true, but it's not many I f** your clique up, stab Carl, rob Lenny Then sip a Duff, watch some f**ing Scrubs on the telly I spit that red hot fat fire Bronsonelli Slick white boy look, Tommy Carcetti But I got the Omar brain, plus I got the Pollack flame Priest Robak shame, really sonny you are not ready Shots heavy. It's Friday, I'm on my Sobotka Old Polish f**, chugging beers, eating a babka Then I'm cruising 'round the city with a bottle of vodka And a pretty young doll, but I'm calling her Lalka Like I'm motherf**ing Prus, but my mózg is Kafka And my music is red fuzzy, too, I'm Rothko Cigarettes - I'm off those, I'm swimming in booze I ain't got sh** to lose, so I'm boasting I got flows Chorus: Comparing your flows to rivers? (That's boring.) Love songs, like "her hips quiver"? (That's boring) Still rhyming the words "n***a" and "trigger"? (That's boring) Bragging 'bout your bling and look? Shallow melodies on every hook? Rap purists go back to '96, go compete with Lil' Kim over rights to Frank's dick Outro: Pac, Big L, Biggie Proof, Big Pun, Eazy Pimp C, ODB X2 That's boring