after the tracks killed
hit em with the luxury tax bills
luxury raps, new era caps with the black bills
B on the upper, cut checks
put bets on me stayin fresh, thats a safe one
cheffin it like raekwon
message ring loud as an alarm
sound off with the threats like its a pest stompin contest
with my nikes i Just Do It all in jest
sit back and ingest what i spit lest you forget
how real it is, feel it is
my duty to educate the youth
high class insight out the booth
rap(wrap) tight as a noose
never lose, snack on tracks like scooby doo
ruh ro!
army of beat wreckers let go
arms disconnected at the elbow
couldnt hold on, im connected from the get go
save money like geico
go so hard, hardly any effort
like tom hardy snappin batmans back in half like a ritz cracker
crack kids in their jaws stay away from crack kids
stick with battin practice, self inflict pats on my back
pick and pattern myself after raps
heard in the aftermath, after math class
relax back with the crew in the black cat
styles never half mast
blunt wrapped, better pass that
or get smacked so forcefully
eyes roll back into your forehead
be thankful i dont come at your ankles
let the cinder blocks dangle
and toss you in the bay
obey everything i say or get sprayed at
fill you with holes like a bagel
you know i betcha that kesha
racked up quite a dental bill
from brushin her teeth with jack
and snackin on mornin after pills
ive got the clean teeth
mean stacks of kief
this my rap masterpiece
peace be to phood. for the mean beats
fuji for the scenery
d.d for the greenery
db he's always brinin the obscenitys
im old school, like mr feeny be
and when this boy meets world
you better be on my team or see
scenes reserved for green screens
cause screams, like i asked for in the first song
bringin hip hop back from death
i didnt see it in the hearse long
real articulate, i could be president
in present tense a resident of high intelligence
for hire got my talents for rent
find a balance in a genre bent up out of shape
one people love to hate
fit like a glove and make
tracks that make hips shake and gyrate, like the gears in a machine
bringin tears to the eyes of the mainstream
its me