Napalm - Who's The Kid? lyrics

(Verse 1): The man in the microphone got me nauseous Raps so heavenly, the holy ghost is upon us This hip is so heavy that Heavy D Would be so ready to rap on a track And spit a soulful melody I'm saying though, a legend never dies So I'm spraying dough, laying As I'm staying at the R.A. enterprise Damn, that sh** was rugged forreal So yeah, we going ride, what you saying bye? I got my own pair of two wheels Hidden behind this kids meal So hurry up, stop being chicken & pa** the fries Every meal don't come without a toy inside I'm tryna get inside her insides Let my thing just flow by She know how to blow, ah And by the end of the night, she gon' blow right by It gon' be blazing outside We steady racing life by But that's life on this side You either against us or with us (Chorus): And when I pa** by the block... (Who's the kid?) And when I spit fire that's hot... (Who's the kid?) And when I spit from the heart... (Who's the kid?) Thank God for hip hop (Verse 2): This ain't a drill Send some help urgent sergeant I just confessed my love for a girl And I think she must've heard it I guess she must've known it But I put on too much for it So if she don't condone it, I don't wanna hear her a** phoning Her phony a** lies, I'm a legend in there eyes I don't wanna hear her groaning, because I'm a grown man Benjamin bu*ton, still young, yet I'm growing Freaky girls at my shows shouldn't want nothing Little do they know, I can hear them moaning my name While I'm performing, how ironic, now I run it Turn of events, I ain't even tryna vent But I leave a dent on a haters head "Why ya vex? Cuz tha bai don' rap with an accent No hip hop was no accident, but I'm still practin' For me to run pon and tun sh** up" Swear I got the real magic touch, clutch I don't even need the accent I'll leave that to Buju Banton (haha) Quick someone tell me how to say Legend in latin I think I forgot, tell me whats happening (Chorus): And when I pa** by the block... (Who's the kid?) And when I spit fire that's hot... (Who's the kid?) And when I spit from the heart... (Who's the kid?) Thank God for hip hop (Outro): You all know how the story goes You all know how the story goes