The Knowmads - Seattle Mariners lyrics

Question is Will we ever come up? Knowmads 2010 For the S-E-A 206 [Tom Pepe] Motherf**ers can't rhyme no more Until I'm no more From the 206 To the 504 Representing from Pacific Northwest My porch Started in the basement Now we counting ten floors Story of my life I was born to be hip hop Open in the game like I'm wearing Jordan flip flops Iphone 4 Why the f** you got a wristwatch? Your thoughts s** Why the f** you gotta sh** talk? Time is money Wasting my time Russel Crowe with my words I got a beautiful mind One of the illest coming out in unusual times I see it clearly 20/12 But I used to be blind Motherf**ers used to fear me cause they knew I was devine Skating durring lunch Y'all was waiting in line I was surfing on the sun Y'all were surfing online On an island in the sun with a New York state of mind America Tell me how you want to judge my character Marijuana sale a natural Seattle Mariner Fake dudes hate me Real heads thank me Alex Rodriguez getting traded to the Yankees Looking down from up above Y'all be looking antsy You little gangstas k** your f**ing mothers like Bambi Even if you was the number one you couldn't champ me I got the true school illuminati can't see I got the wisdom of a book that you can't read I heard the blueprint ones No need for plan B's This is the anthem Put your damn hands up [Tom Wilson] You're either always taking losses or steady making a profit Free advise If you're in the way you're aiming to stop it For me, it's easy, ask Shaquille O'Neal Breaking a chopstick Hot sixteens Just another day at the office I ain't a player But, sh**, I got the game in my pocket Cause when I ask, "Who's the best?" Y'all be changing the topic Remember, practice makes perfect when you stay with the process They say, "Rappers sell d**." I'm just weighing my options Gotta remain cautious when you're questioning me I been a heavy hitter since I first stepped on the scene Why these rappers always claiming they the best in the league When, b**h, please You ain't even the best in your team Cause, see, I talked to your label And I guess they believe We're gonna make a couple million off this next CD We didn't sign sh** but still they're gonna press it for free And put money in my pockets until I'm streaching my jeans