Rza - Hello (Freestyle) lyrics

Damn... How the f** did I get here Last year I was a nobody I mean Nobody That managed me, couldn't even last one year But now them n***as see my last drop They mad that I dropped back Like a Brett Favre right after the sack Yeah Hmm Now I'm in this b**h like a pap smear Hmm Now I'm in this game like that name of the EA n***a with that fat chin and gray hair Is Nia Long here? I got a long dick That get up quick Like Supreme Cutla** Somebody tell her I said that And you don't need a motherf**in' cla** to Understand where my head's at I'm Sick as a baby with insufficient Similac If Michael Jackson sent a verse and I ain't like it Send it back I take my sh** Serious as Bruce Bruce Taking a constipated dump In the b**h that Biggie mentioned's lap If you caught that line, you felt a f**in' slap You could sniff that line and know that sh** was smack They should have never let a n***a in Let alone let a n***a back And now I'm kinda mad Cuz This industry Told me I wouldn't last I bite my tongue Lock my jaw, hold my mouth and I still laugh Put everyone on blast in front of my blam blam Get to the club Then I beat on they' buzz like Bam Bam Damn How the f** did I get here Last year I was a nobody I mean Nobody had ever dreamed I would make it past the common fear Of risk taking I'm racing like a Jamacian On steroids running the 400 my sk** is unfair I can write f**ing circles round yo a** like a small booty getting prepared for bu*t shots here... So Listen up, I'm a k**a Don't mix it up I might k** yeah Behind your back like I'm Bishop When I attack like militia The type to buss on ya sister Then hug your mom after hittin' her And if the semi don't hit ya I drop a bomb that won't miss ya That's for ya family mister Miyagi kicking that knowledge Like Uncle Sam when I b**h ya Give me yo' money Li'l buddy Or I'll be forced to come get ya Kick open the door Like who is ya? Get down on the floor like I Pimped ya Now I'm on an island like skipper With a bad lil b**h...former stripper You know we' gone off the liquor (HOOK) Don't look at me and think you can't be touched cuz ahh... I might Might I might just bust Got my Uptown n***as and they don't give a f** an' ahh... They might they might they might just bust Got my Landover n***as with, the flock in the cut and ahh... They might they might they might just bust Know some Southside n***as that do not give a f** and ahh... They will bust (Verse 2) n***as wonder how my buzz growing? I did a damn good job, right? Conference calls with my squad every single night After that Call my broad She gon' do me right She gon' blow the pipe Like she Tina After that I Ike Beat the p**y up Like what do love gotta do with it? Nothing b**h Get the lubricant on Do it quick For I lose it, trick Easy E, he too Ruthless Who is this? I'm that n***a that k**ed it After I nailed it like it's Jesus on a crucifix I'm with my Jews from Jerusalem Told me if I keep Making fire They gon' make the flames lucrative So I'm cooped in the studio for the coupe If a n***a in my way, get the blakka then halooket him Ryu and Ken Couldn't kick knowledge Like I can Made your favorite rapper Kick rocks like hiking Climbing up the pedestal after that I stool on you fools like a goddamn pigeon when it's flying! *bird noise* I did a damn good job right? I use to wiki favorite albums every single night Eminem Pharcyde Even Gladys Knight To be the best thing that ever happened When I'm on the mic Catching one way flights No cash to get back Just to bag contacts Like I work at Lens Crafters Back when I used to feel cursed And a verse was the only way to get the hex reversed