Wes Freeman - This Is 4 U lyrics

[Intro] Yea, something new, yo... [Hook] If you ain't got millions to spend And you satisfied chillin' with friends If you ain't whipping a benz And not popping Rose,just sipping on hen (This is for you) So, if you ain't really into them trends Then, know that every time I'm gripping this pen I'm in it to win, now let the realness begin [Verse 1] Yo, if hip-hop dies today Shine that "i", in the sky, I'm just a couple rhymes away And I'll be on the way, like "ándale!" To let em know I'm not the kind to play I find you gay The time it takes, to eat you Is equal, to your appeal to them people, zero And f** this, while y'all fools were touring I was pool cleaning, carrying chlorine But y'all are boring So I came, and energized the game, like I dipped my brain, in Taurine This is a never before seen, horror scene Sick lyrics that you should stick in quarantine You a'int the late great Dilla, homie, your the Fiend Rhythmatic, semi-automatic, syllables will floor your team Metaphors mean, cause I remember being fourteen Rocking them tore, second hand store jeans [Hook] [Verse 2] f** y'all, I don't need no help I do this sh** myself, depend on nobody else Must be on steroids Y'all rap about guns so much, it's like you paranoid I just sit there annoyed You a scary boy You a f**in' fairy, you the secondary choice b**h, I got a legendary voice I rap circles around squares and rectangles And wreck labels, missionary, like a s** angle f** your cars, I'll leave your Lex mangled If your the heir(air) to the throne, I'll leave your neck strangled If you got myspace, and I a'int on your top 8 And you a lady, that prolly means you are not strait And if your a hater, its prolly cause I'm great My place of residency is my own mind state Where i wonder, how much time does one rhyme take? Cause if time equals money, and your hungry, then why wait? [Hook] [Verse 3] b**hes like "I hate you, you just too co*ky!" I'm like "Think I won't replace you? Then, b**h, you watch me." Critics knock me, cause I ain't Mr. Poppy And I'd much rather be the original copy You running around swearing you're on fire to everybody But your really NOT, like Ricky Bobby If you don't like me, then most likely, your next to be eaten You check my resume even? you Sesame Street & I'm looking for pussies to eat like a lesbian seekin' So I bum rush your stage like Kanye West when he's beaten And take over your show for the rest of the evening It don't take a computer genius browsin' to find That "Deal Time" 1 & 2 were the best of 2009 So just a**ume that 2010 was bound to be mine But it's more like 2012 cause your style is behind I cross boundaries and lines, cause my sound is divine [Hook]