Whyandotte - Tantrum lyrics

[Verse 1 : Socrates Truth] Man f** yo blog, if it ain't getting me play I feel like New York, that's a spit in the face I was dropping knowledge, you made a big mistake So much gold in my mind, it wouldn't fit in a safe So, pissed off is an understatement A penny for my thoughts is an under-payment I'm underrated, should be f**ing famous I was booked to lose. I'm ripping up the pages I'm rewriting chapters, gave you the best of me Don't call my phone, on a date with destiny, at Benihana's I hate rappers as much as Fox News hate Obama And that body count got plenty commas And that bank account is soon to follow Then we splitting ya melon, and this is what I be yelling [Hook: Whyandotte] This right here my anthem, gon' and put yo hands up Shaking like a tantrum, shaking like a tantrum Represent the wolfpack, guess who brought the wolves back Guess who brought the cool back, n***as be like "who's that?" [Verse 2: Vaughan Supreme] sh**, I'm bringing the bounce back. n***as having heart attacks Cause I'm black, and I rap, do you got a muthaf**in' problem with that? I'ma stay on track, 'cause n***as whack But I got a knack for spitting plague-worthy f**in' rap My mouth so dirty. and y'all talk so much f**in' smack I ball like Shaq, aye K.R.I.T. sign me so I can get my momma a lac lac lac Until then I'ma buss my gat I'm shooting for the top so watch out for that It's like Mick Foley in a hardcore match b**h a** n***as, they won't get that, all I put out is real rap Oh you wanna buss caps? I'ma bottle yo a** You dissing me on Twitter. my n***as gon' follow yo a** Forever Golden, only gold bars for yo a**, bounce [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Whyandotte] Okay, I'm reloaded, game on lock cause I got this sh** coded Kicking back, I thought y'all noticed Flow still weak, sh**'s eroded, I'ma Atom Cat till the world blow Atom Cats, betcha girl know She be telling you her tummy ache She be f**ing with them tunnel snakes I be hanging with the f**ing greats, 24 karat crew homie n***as hear lit one time, now they claiming that they really know me Were you there when my mom died? Wait, were you there when my dad was gone? Wait, were you there when I had no job? Bandwagon? f** it, come along Stop talking sh** if you ain't really 'bout it n***a f** out my face if it ain't about a profit n***a And I'm still tired of the word lit, I still see y'all tryna fit Everybody doing extra, just be yourself it's the simplest sh** My 9 to 5 I'm hitting my dab, '04, no digital dash "Whyandotte, why you sample so much?" It's better than making original trash First place for the nice guy, dopest n***a I'm the right guy Think I'm sounding pretty damn good for a white guy, but [Hook] x2