Prince Ea - Nike Boots (Spazzes The f** Out) lyrics

[Verse 1: Prince EA] Everybody dressing fresh Ima bring dirty back In my hood, it's alot more than purses snatched We don't call the cops, we let burners clap pop And let off more shots than Sczerbiak I murder tracks cuz I rap better b**h You've been trash ever since your latter hit If bein' nice was s** you'd behalf celibate Me I'm sick enough to titty-f** a flat chested chick yeah How he so hot he must feed his flow lava How he so young but he keep it so honest Yeah I'm young, but that don't mean much I promise See my soul's freaking old, like Keiysha Cole mama You got feet and toe problems No we can't kick it if you speak it don't bother Cuz no I won't listen You don't know about grindin' you be on the phone n***a Spending time with the b**hes leave them hoes alone n***a Look, I'm home alone with a pen and a pad Exhibiting diligence every time I scribble and dab Brilliance inextricable gifted I'm kicking they a** Ever since that umbilical snapped I had this sh** in the bag It's so perfect precise this is not rapping It's the birth of the Christ it's quadratic equations Translated in to words on the mic The same man let them birds into flight Will allow them dogs to sic quick and the serpent to strike Murder you vermin and mice This the circle of life And Prince Ea will complete wheel Nah I don't need a deal I'm already signed to them aliens of Steven Veal Keep it real Yall don't know how freedom feel Homie g I'm just speaking the truth I know n***as that's in prison that are freer than you Locked up in that box stuck with no key to get loose I'm deep in the booth but they said Prince Ea is just a fool Jumping on tracks tryna rap political Do you hear my music or are you just skimming through Tryna pick and choose which lines you want to listen to You got it misconstrued I told you that the media spins Now you got to figure out the centrifuge I'm on top of my game I feel invincible Full time with these rhymes you n***as on that 10 to 2 Why you think I'm getting interviews homie get a clue I've been rippin' dudes with that pencil since middle school Funny when my buzz was down and I was pitiful Chicks couldn't find me like I was invisible Used to tell me to get out now they like come in And uhm let me find something to slip into I guess my life changed like an after picture I'm getting change but yall the main ones actin' different See let me take yall back in the past I was the same dude who you used to laugh at and pa** Remember me the skinny kid in the back of the cla** Who you used to clown on and say his fashion was bad Now you givin' me pats on the back On my dick like Prince Ea when we gonna do a track and collab Never n***a and that's more than final Your lucky I don't put this lead in you like toys from China Listen to that voice inside you you whack as sh** And you need to start practicing I don't know what half these rappers smokin' or talkin' about Stupid f*gs moving trash like a garbage route Only rappers I respect is Pap, Kiss, and Slaughterhouse The rest of yall stanky leggin' and walkin' out I chalk em' out with one touch Them silly flow remind me of that video One guy one cup A pain in the a** you f*ggot and f**ed up You chumps s** who zapping these guys yo Dammit kid you can't even stand against my flow In the booth I'm the truth and even your moms know See me and you we like pianos to bongos Mansions to condos Beyonce, Solange Knowles Basically you never comin' close to mine You'll never make like your girlfriend's clothing line I ain't no Fortune 500 corporate guy I'm more inclined to paint portraits borderline Insane with more pain than an orphan's eyes I'm drained with so much shame that I'm torn inside I know it's hard to fathom with a mortal mind But this is something that the lord designed The source is god They say you only live once I tell them I know, I learned that from one of my former lives I got enormous drive And I'm poised to shine I'm ready so get ready to kiss your world goodbye See these are more than lyrics n***a more than lines More than gimmicks And more than lies I'm so ahead of my time I was writing tribute songs to Pac and Big before they died