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(Intro)
(Verse)
Uh, looky looky Iâm almost 40 and killing these rookies
Han Solo with charisma but I be psycho Wooky
We got us a situation, most you rappers will suck me
Now Iâm back at it while you rappers remind me of Snooky
Perfect timin, Iâm worth a diamond in sales
And I ainât talkin bout zales,
Iâm talking how I retail on the beat uh
(Verse)
You must have mistook me for some type of a novice, thatâs something
You fucking, Iâm punting these punters
These rappers, they blow like they playin the trumpet, no mouths beavers
Outrageous, WW Fâin niggas still cagin
Some white pages where I pin these bars
You really want it, you could see them stars
Man, here we are
(Verse)
Just arrived and Iâm alive, about to dive in this
Like Iâm writing a book and I donât know what the title is
All I know itâs on radio, Iâm protecting my vitamins
Bout to turn off my radio, get inspired to ride again
Slice your flow with a machete, youâre like that chart, you looking heavy
And now Iâm feeling victorious, throw apart that confetti
(Hook)
What you want? Iâmma give it to you baby
You donât believe me so
I am nothing like your regular average Joe
Iâmma show you what Iâm spittin this really fo
Iâmma do it better than all yall did before
You can act like you donât know butâ¦
What you want? Iâmma give it to you baby
(Verse)
Iâm a connoisseur of the metaphor
Rap savage, not your average, rhymes incredible
Words appear in thin air, genie like Houdini
Revolutionary like Parker, Musolini
V on my chest like an adventricant to immortals
I came so I conquered, nigga in that order
(Verse)
Motor City cobra, I could strike in any moment
Pear dope, beats mixed with bacon soda
My pen iller than iceberg slims
I drop gems, hit the hole and Iâm going like Billy Simms
Shock like a live wire
Hear the hum? Anthrax over the drums, come get you some
(Verse)
Contaminating, infecting them like these organisms
Containing impure, these flowing over dusty rhythms
Disgraced, scandal, Iâm unclean
Me and this new regime, we sit with Ello Heem
God made dirt, I gotta face first, Iâm guilty
Big pen wouldnât play on this turf, feel me?
(Hook)
I am nothing like your regular average Joe
Iâmma show you what Iâm spittin this really fo
Iâmma do it better than all yall did before
You can act like you donât know butâ¦
What you want? Iâmma give it to you baby
(Verse)
Itâs the kid with the golden hands
Deadly fingers break motors, turn rocks to sand
Instrumentals hit your boind sales in your throat
Sorta like putting coke in your nose
Iâm a beast, I feast on emcees
A nightmare, a Freddy Krueger, niggas dreams
(Verse)
Yo, Remy and kush style, vision all blurred
Still on my square like a mason, wonât slurr a word
Verbs move too fast for adjectives to describe
A cipher with dragons, come testin suicide
Iâm a semi order magazine, loaded and locked
Itâs easy to release âcause my hammer stay cocked
(Verse)
I am legend, similar to blast master
Niggas scared of applause with a laugh after
A fantastic, meta magic mad rapper
Underground flow, similar to Atlantis
Barack bastards, battle axe to backstabbers
Spectacleâs packed, you whack, you lack standards
(Hook)
I am nothing like your regular average Joe
Iâmma show you what Iâm spittin this really fo
Iâmma do it better than all yall did before
You can act like you donât know butâ¦
What you want? Iâmma give it to you baby
- Album:
- Yes!
- Vintage
- Dirty Slums 2
- Evolution
- B Sides
- Slum Village
- Non-Album Releases
- Detroit Deli: A Taste of Detroit (2004)
- Villa Manifesto
- Fantastic, Volume II
- Fantastic Vol 2 Instrumentals Pt. 1
- 30 Second Ring Tones
- Slum Village (Clean Version)
- Yes Yes - Single
- Fan-Tas-Tic, Volume 1
- Fantastic, Volume 1
- Sex
- Slum Village Greatest Hits Vol. 2
- Prequel to a Classic
- Fan-Tas-Tic, Vol. 1