bet 2010 father son cypher
Whoever on the track ain't running with the boy
Beastmode, Bear Grylls don’t want it with the boy
Coming with the noise, know that I’m a predator
With the metaphors, you could come and get destroyed
It’s West, the whole damn gang has evolved
It’s BBM, cause brothers don’t AIM anymore
This rap shit kinda like the NBA
Cause everybody talkin’ Heat til they come to LA
We love the dough, that’s what they say
You can’t trust no ho when your pops O’Shea
And your uncle's Snoop and you push that Coupe
All the hoes get looser than a baby's tooth
Do what the fuck you want to protest me nigga
And I still come up like the Islamic center
Doughboy rare breed like an Amish nigga
Young ice, it’s about to be the coldest winter
If my two sons hate you, I’ma violate you
Give you that muthafuckin broken bottle facial
This ain't racial, your new name is Rachel
Got homies in the pen that might wanna date you
I’ll under-rate you then annihilate you
Like the fucking therapist that said I had a breakthrough
This is what I live for, this is called survival
All my rivals are dead on arrival
This is a revival better bring your bible
The lyrics that I kick is something you might die for
I’m not libel, homie I’m the dope
Nope that’s a typo homie I’m the Pope
West coast pyscho on the motorcycle
Dress like Michael, it ain't Halloween
My city’s so mean
I’m Idi Amin
I’m the bakers man, got the cake and the cream
Yeah I’m only 15 but my 16 strong
So I’ma spit this quick 8 and let you fiends get warm
The teenie boppa' got you leanin' proper
Never seen him drop a whack song
I’m the don like Lebron got the heat poppin
Light skinned like Chico Debarge is
I got you locked up cause you know what the bars is
I’ma a star kid and swear if Nicki baby sit me I just might learn what a menage is
Okay rappers think they hot
They broke the thermometer
See what I’m saying like you spoken through monitors
My rhymes is Vietnam mixed with atomic bomb
But I’m hungrier than a bunch of muslims on Ramadan
Huh, I gotta shine, I was born to be the greatest
Hated so much, like it’s wrong for me to make it huh
I never get em, Im smooth as a leather chair
And everytime you see me I get better every year
Now once again my friend, it’s the Reverend
The first platinum status rap president
And from the coast of California to the shores of Maine
Got a East coast sound and my beats go bang
Going flowing showing rock knocking shocking the mind
Illing, chilling, and killing so come on check out my rhymes
Meeting, greeting, and seating suckers all on the road
Crashing mashin' and bashing, my name is Run call me Joe
Bad as ever and clever and never second to none
Wearing leather in weather whats your name DJ run
But in the summer’s a bummer, cause I leave them at home
Just Adidas and me and Lee and D on the throne
King and I on the crown
Selling gems by the pound
Making, taking and breaking all of you suckers around
Putting fear in your heart, at the top of the chart
Stunning, cunning and funny cuz Run be running this art