LAWS - Momma Miss America lyrics

[Laws] Yeah, live and direct, break it down Roll it up like here, try this, no time to side-step Drums like whip cracks, stayin' present Me and Paul like a lit match made in Heaven Flow so poetic, this is for the ages Kids who reckless, get ‘em on stages I'm takin' mental inventory of these haters What happens in my brain stays in it like Vegas I ain't playin' kid, this is no hobby Y'all ain't tryin' to hurt nobody like playin' kid The word got around 'bout this amazin' kid When his flow spark, it get darker than an Asian wig Aye man, aye I like that guitar man Lemme get a little bit of reverb Yeah, yeah, that's what I'm sayin' fam They want me to simultaneously be the savior And make ‘em dance, in the meantime, gotta make a band I'mma have to be more secure than Jenna Jameson's man Pack a beast too big for the cages Rhymes like birthdays ‘cause they for the ages Ain't this hip-hop's time of hysteria? I'll carry the torch like momma miss America Industry a undertaker, it just wanna bury you Got a lot of toys but a doll don't wanna share with you God bless America, sending poor to fight But when they get home, they don't wanna take care of ya Aw man, why it go and get political? They just wanna dance Give ‘em somethin' for the stripper hoes Guess that's the game on the path to fame Break the ozone and make it acid rain Put myself in a position where I could save the children But I don't know if nobody gonna listen The kids is all 106'ing, on the block pitchin' On the phone b**hin', fillin' up radio request lines With wait, are you kidding? You wanna hear a song called Fry That Chicken? Man, man I been sayin' that this mess has to stop So I'mma show a little cla** over cla**ic rock