Yeah
Uh
Look
I kick raps non of that choreographed actin
My shit slaps, I aint talkin limp hand smackin
Im closed fist thrashing, catch a hit faster
The Peer Pressure bout Snoop Dogg and crackin
Feelin good now, big shot aint ya
Gotcha big boy pants on tryna get famous
But theres just one thing to understand, I stand over you land lovers understand where you stand
You below me, smilin down on you, laughin at the distance sound of the raps of fuckin phonies
When I say, hold please you know they be holding
And when I say, Im zoning Im in another zone, see
The twilights alright for a zombie, but I got more brains, I dont follow I lead, I got everything I need, this life I see
When I open my eyelids, Its eye popping
Just little old me in some big ol jeans
Rapping in the mirror while Im brushin my teeth
Just 7 years old, with my nice CDs, screamin Shoot em up what, shoot em up now bleed
L-O-V-E for B-E-T-V
Id wake up early to see the screen
See the countdowns, videos, and hip hop kings, rapping on the with they own gold rings
Like, how do I get there dad, how do they do it
Start rapping young man but if you do you gotta DO IT
My flows stupid been coming up with new shit
But, hey someones gotta do this