Slick Rick - I Own America (Part II) lyrics

[Verse 1: Slick Rick] All of you co*k pullers are frontin' Wave your arms around like you're some octopus or somethin' To better you, for any chick you want, I'm gettin' her Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera Who the one to entertain and fume with? Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with? Reefer sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet Evicted, why you tryin' to find sh** to lick with? Even your kids tell you that you ain't sh** to Slick Rick Though you pretend to be glory I'm number one, that's the end of the story The black Clark Gable leave you numb Every single one frontin' on your label is a bum Let me slow it down, that's enough of that This I have to say to you nothing other rapper cats [Hook: Slick Rick] (x2) From New York to Cali none'll f** with the awkward You think Muhammad Ali used to talk sh** Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya And even I got deported, I own America [Verse 2: Slick Rick] He's so crazy, I smash rippin' up the place Give the mack a taste, I wipe my a** with a rapper face Cars come to a dead stop Rain find ways not to drop on my head top Tycoon rush at the richest Even my complexion is a must have to b**hes Even without car money to budget I would have the most elegant apartment in the Projects Know what I mean? b**hes are in awe at the lingo Know that Rick'll put an end to all rapper income An old-timer, lock up all vagina fields France nor Italy can f** with my designer sk**s Saltin' inferior, faultin' to where we are Tryin to find fault in superior Let me slow it down, that's enough of that This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats [Hook: Slick Rick] (x2) [Verse 3: Slick Rick] You lack the taste hook I'm stickin' 'em with While degenerate like yourself make our race look ignorant And your girlfriend wanna kiss and deploy 'Bout in the groin gets none of this tenderloin Feet planted on deep black firmament Bow in the presence of who lead rap permanent Like a lion rap rips a chunk of kids You stunk cause mortals ain't sh** to conquer Somebody said new pharaohs have appeared How when everything I wore ten years ago, you wear now I coulda murder heard a word out quick Rick stomp it kid Hung to it, you complete bum to Rick Source Awards, yeah, Rick every seminar Even make Saddam Hussein tell me where the weapon are Let me slow it down, that's enough of that This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats [Hook: Slick Rick] (x2) [Outro] Yeah, from New York to Cali none'll f** with the awkward You think Muhammad Ali used to talk sh** Bing, b*atch