Here goes another concept.
Yeah, let's take it back to
Two turntables and a mic (I get lonesome)
Wickedy wick, rip the microphone in a sec
Ayo straight from the motherfucking field
Everything I do is too real too ill
Say they want rap shit, gotta give them rap shit
Damn right
Talking that bull, that's the only way they gonna hear ya'
Yeah
Ayo straight from the motherfucking field
Everything I do is too real too ill
Say they want rap shit, gotta give them rap shit
Run up in your city on that gritty boom bap shit
Gotta tell the world, never sleep on me
I'm still trying to wake 'em up with some free coffee
This is what you need
This is that tongue-in-cheek
This is that 1, 2, 3, no sesame street
But the numbers speak, so come on
Come on, it's going down, about to freefall
I hold it down like a fat kid on a see-saw
I do it bigger than big, I do it big y'all
I ain't a baller but balls bigger than beach balls
Uh, I'm locked and loaded, this is pure survival
Fuck fame they killed my idols Biggie and Michael
And ain't nobody talking, making any sense
But people at the show still sitting in the stands (get up, get up)
I bet it all at Crowline
I ran it through the goal line
And hit the fucking goldmine
They tried to leave me out to dry
Hang me from the clothesline
But watch me go
It's yo' time, that's why I pay 'em no mind
Let me know, if we don't with tricky D's
Damn right
We be busy vodka'ing in these yellow seas
Ain't nobody here ready to leave
So here we go
Here we go
Two tables and a mic
Rikkety, rip the microphone to shreds
Let me nibble upon your nipple and tickle you til you giggle
Baby I keep it dirty since I was simple and little
Unscribble these riddles to spin your head like a swivel
I talk my way way out of pickles, (tightrope)
You're talking so superficial (we know it)
We going,
We keep it hardcore like brown cord
Nuke against a dark board like a star wars
I keep it sweaty like Rick Ross, lipgloss
I took my life into my own hands like Criss Cross
Don't even try to correct me (you wrong)
Don't even try to understand and dissect me
And keep your mouth shut you talking to recklessly
About to cut your life-line like a vasectomy
Successfully I did this domestically, without any recipe and
Kept the integrirty
I'm better than I ever been, a legend and a gentleman
Pumpng like adrenalin, I'm pain relief like medicine
Maaan, who bumped the damn turntable
I know you're feeling good but this could quickly turn fatal
Don't ever stop the music when you rocking like this
'Cause you could stop a great thing
Like Tupac in '96, oh shit
Let me know we've got what you need (damn right)
We be busy vodka'ing in these yellow seas
Ain't nobody here ready to leave
So here we go
Here we go
Two tables and a mic (I get lonesome)
That's the only way they're gonna hear ya'