I committed crimes of passion and my soul was suspected,
But it was thrown out of court because of course the Creator and I connected.
He told me, “Fear not for thou art protected. Your life is being requested,
And you are being tested, so make every attempt you can to expect the unexpected.”
I come strong, I make knowledge born,
I flip the script and rock on
From P.M. past to fucking Dawn.
Leave MC’s blind with amnesia;
Chop ‘em into salad, and my name ain’t Caesar.
In this lifetime, you got two things:
Bad and good, and ain’t nothin’ in between.
Don’t get offended, there’s no need for insecurity,
Age is but a number, it’s all about maturity.
See, seventy percent of the world’s underwater,
Seventy percent of your body’s underwater,
Seventy percent of what we live is out of range,
We rearrange this order, but niggaz think it’s strange.
Well I’ma freakit like this because I be doper than the dopest,
I focus on the mic and if you like it you can quote this.
Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue.
It’s not like honey dip would wanna get with me,
But just in case I own more condoms than TLC.
You got to have style, and learn to be original.
It’s important to practice good hygiene,
At least if you wanna run with my team.
I am to hip-hop what Obama is to politics
I’m a firm believer that we all meet up in eternity,
Just hope the Big Man show me some courtesy
I got a letter from the government the other day
I opened and read it…it said they were suckers.
I made a new lane for myself and said, ‘Fuck it.’
Why Rage Against the Machine when you can just unplug it?
So many programs you watch on the sofa,
But the real program sit on top of your shoulders.
My karma’s the comma that puts you inside of a coma,
Hyphen, dot, dot, semi-colon, leave you semi-swollen.
Question mark, you pregnant?
Oh you’re not? I love you, period.
Life is a blast when you know what you’re doin’,
Best to know what you’re doin’ ‘fore your life get ruined.
Life is a thrill when your skill is developed,
If you ain’t got a skill or trade, then shut the hell up.
I’m puttin’ pressure on you kids like I’m a soccer mom.
New York City gritty committee pity the fool that act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty.
$5 gas and poverty rates are rising much higher than your hourly rate.
So if you thinkin about quittin, you should probably wait,
Cause everybody has to do a fuckin job that they hate.
You gotta school these young macks comin’ up today…
I mean to be ‘frank’, they just hot dogs,
The girls are relish, and they need to catchup on they pimpin’.
You know it’s funny, when it rains it pours,
They got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor.
When I met you it was magic…
We polar opposites, but attracted like we was magnets.
First of all, who’s your A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?
But he don’t know the meaning of dope,
When he’s lookin for a suit and tie rap
That’s cleaner than a bar of soap!
And I’m the dirtiest thing in sight,
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let’s have a mud fight.
Am I really just a narcissist,
Cause I wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque?
There comes a time in every man’s life when he’s gotta handle up on his own.
Can’t depend on friends to help you in a squeeze,
Please…they got problems of their own.
And while you was bangin on tables, I was bangin Snow White.
We all seem to stumble, planning our own demise,
Getting the big picture, and making it wallet-sized.
Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid,
But can’t even make a good thing of Kool Aid.
Abraham Lincoln got shot and died,
Freed the slaves so they put him on the five.
If you turn on TV, all you see’s a bunch of ‘what the fucks.’
‘Dude is dating so and so,’ blabberin about ‘such and such.’
And that ain’t Jersey Shore, homie that’s the news.
And these the same people supposedly tellin us the truth.
Limbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist
Gaza Strip was gettin bombed, Obama didn’t say shit.
That’s why I ain’t vote for him, next one either,
I’m a part of the problem, my problem is I’m peaceful
And I believe in the people.
A flower that grow in the ghetto know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows.
…But when we got a good thing, can’t appreciate it,
Just like the chick I had on my team, was everything on my wish list.
Spendin’ holidays, Valentine’s and Christmas.
Now I’m in the club looking at other broads, like:
“I gave up home-cooked meals for this shit?”
“I gave up all them back rubs for this bitch?”
The whole damn thing is bass ackwards…
Think about it, if you was there standing looking at me.
What would you do, if I hit your face with dog doo-doo?
Hip-hop is universal now, it’s all commercial now.
It’s like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now.
You just met me, you won’t let me…
Well if I couldn’t have it, silly rabbit, why you sweating me?
Yo Premier, why these rappers so soft?
They corny ass raps be makin me doze off.
Makin’ veterans run for medicine,
Cause I put out more lights in a fight than ConEdison.
We don’t just say “No”, we too busy sayin’ “Yeah!”
To drinkin’ straight out the eight bottle…
Do I look like a muthafuckin’ role model?!
Life without knowledge is death in disguise.
Yeah, I cut class…I got a D.
Cause History meant nothing to me
Except a definite nap.
That’s why I always sat in the back.
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When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher ‘cause I knew I’d get a kiss.
Always got mad when the class was dismissed.
Teach the student what needs to be taught.
‘Cause black and white kids both take shorts
When one doesn’t know about the other one’s culture,
Ignorance swoops down like a vulture.
Where you been at?
You must’ve cut class.
If it ain’t me, another member of my crew will kick your ass.
I stay dipped like the first day of school.
Get burnt like a candle, very hard to handle,
Do miracles in Nikes like Jesus did in sandals.
Call me Charlie Bucket, attitude is fuck it,
No golden ticket so I’m ballin on a budget.
Eat from the Tree of Life and throw away the verbal ham.
You called me on the phone, saying you were alone,
But that’s a lie because I heard your moms breathing on the phone.
And if you really like me, let your moms know
She should mind her business…before I let go.
Five days you work, one whole day to play
Come on everybody, wear your rollerskates today
It’s Saturday…
I hate your fuckin’ guts, and I hope that you die.
Sticky Fingaz’s tha name, and my life is a lie,
Cause I’m havin a bad day, so stay out of my way,
And what the pistol packin’ people say, you better obey!
A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob,
They really need to just shut the fuck up like Silent Bob.
Got coke from the Contras
Gave crack to the poor.
And the government responds to it:
‘Just Say No.’
Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish.
Whatever you goin’ through, could always be much worse,
Don’t make a mistake, mistakin’ your blessings for a curse.
These days you can’t see who’s in cahoots
Cause now the KKK wears three-piece suits.
The sky is falling, the wind is calling,
Stand for something, or die in the morning.
We love it where we from, but we kick it where we at.
You don’t wanna hear the truth, so I’ma lie to you…make it sound fly to you.
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
The most beautifullest thing in the world is a .44 Desert Eagle.
Nigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!!
…But until then, I’ma shine to the last sin,
Resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again.
And when we holdin’ a Tec, we put a hole in your neck.
Equippin’ you with a permanent T-Pain vocal effect.
My experience oughta learn ya:
That if a nigga ain’t trying to smoke ya, a bitch trying to burn ya.
I got a smile that’ll make the mirror crack,
And I seem to stay under clouds that’s pitch black.
So when it rains, it pours, and when it pours, I’m soaked.
I contracted lung cancer from third hand smoke,
And I’m like the frog that’s dying to be a prince,
The boy who cried wolf and no one was convinced.
The man who hit lotto and lost his ticket,
In a rainstorm…and struck by lightning trying to get it.
I dribble rhymes like basketball…
People call me ‘E.T.’
What’s that, Shaq man?
‘Extra Tall.’
You need to sweat yourself. Don’t sweat nobody else.
My father always told me to wisen up, son.
Cause if you hung with nine broke friends, you’re bound to be the tenth one.
He doesn’t even suit ya, and he’s surely not your size,
I’m surprised that you slept on a heart that’s worldwide.
Starstruck with one buck, your girl look like Donald Duck.
I called every day to see how she was doin,
Every time that I called her, it seemed somethin was brewin.
I called her on my dime, picked up, and then I called again,
I said, ‘Yo, who was that?’
‘Oh, he’s just a friend.’
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
I don’t mind you talkin shit, just keep it in the first person.
I said, ‘Hey’, she said, ‘Hi.’
I said, ‘Us’, she said, ‘Try,’
‘And if you’re thinkin strictly boots, then I’ll say baby, bye bye.’
I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives,
A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives,
Shittin’ on rappers, causin’ hospital accidents.
No static, got an automatic,
Too much of anything makes you an addict…
Y’all place value on your wheels and your automobiles,
And never acknowledge your children’s diminishing skills,
Or that they continue to fill all the prisons they build.