There was a little rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
Meanwhile, me and Dre are tryin' to conversate
Just tryin' to find a reason for the constant hate
And tryin' to figure out what happened to 'Germaine Propane'
"He couldn't have fell off that hard." Ain't no way!
What happened to the way you was rappin' when you was scandalous?
That Canibus turned into a television evangelist!
Hold up! 'Bis, quit foldin' up!
Punch me in the chest, make my shoulders touch
Do something! At least one punch line!
Come on! Till the meter reads Nine! Nine! Nine-
Ty nine percent of my fans are blond!
'Bis, come on, answer me, man, respond!
Tell me 'bout the sun, rain, moon and stars!
Intergalactical metaphors from Mars!
This joint came out about a month ago. Thought's been spitting straight fire for 20+ years.
FF to 1:35
The texture of my voice is coarse, it's so gritty
That I could make the people revolt with no Diddy
I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty
In the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with him
Riq Gees for mayor, a franchise player
Yeah, you might say I'm in the book of Isaiah
The highway is what his mind weigh
Yeah I'ma put a polka dot on your dome, and Kwamé yah
This is the big payoff, soliloquy of Chaos
Another rapper gon' get rocked like Amadeus
Defeat'll make a nigga get ghost like a seance
It's triple entendre, three stacks of, hey ya
I plan to keep a band like Fela
Until when my career's over like A.I
Listen, my callin' card ball hard like armadillos
Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos
Shakin' their hair back and forth like Willow
But need to save the soft ass talkin' for the pillows
I had a issue with a hater, now it's kinda squashed
Like a slug below the soles of the St. Laurents
My response, a steppin' razor like I'm Father Tosh
Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja
Sick whips in my garage, roll with no entourage
But I roll with heat like I'm Dwayne Wade, Lebron and Bosh
I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas
Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad
I know I'm sort of pompous, no type of moral compass
Go right the fuck up in your mouth like I'm the orthodontist
Some rappers just startin' out, but me, I'm more accomplished
The imperial Black Thought from the foreign object
I created a movement not just related to music
They keep askin' me what's my take on the state of the union
I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet
Now I'm like Future on that "I just won a trophy" shit
Ayo the, the, the boss is back
Take that, and while you're at it, make my coffee black
I tried to tell you mothafuckas, don't respond, react
I'm the nastiest to do it, as a matter of fact
Yo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas
I ain't tryna hear another name if it's not mine
Any side talkin', I'ma consider it shots fired
At the outlier, and start it up like a hotwire
Lol @ you for sale ass niggas. No one disrespects me anywhere without getting checked, and that includes my job. And that's not on some tough guy shit, that's on some grown man shit.
Fuck I look like letting some clown bark all over me because I'm "getting paid". Are y'all really letting your supervisor and co-workers talk reckless around without reaction? I can imagine right now, them throwing out the n-word, racial slurs and you sitting there quiet and docile.... 'scust.