She’s not impressed by your fancy car.
She got a body so she’s snotty and she don’t care who you are.
So don’t get mad and dis her reputation
Callin’ her a floozy, any conversation.
Mad grammar, backstabber, girls they wanna be her.
But like Stevie Wonder, none of y’all can see her!
My radio, believe me, I like it loud,
I’m the man with a box that can rock the crowd.
Walkin’ down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC vibrates the concrete.
Life without knowledge is death in disguise.
I come prepared with the white suit and stethoscope,
Listen to your heartbeat, delete beep beep BEEP.
Your insurance is high, but my price is cheap.
You wanna know my occupation?
I get paid to rock the nation.
I go to work.
You need a bad operation.
Gimme the scissors, hammer, flame.
I’m not a ‘Businessman,’ I’m a Business… man! Let me handle my business, damn!
Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow…
Satisfaction, I have the right tactics…
And if you need em I got crazy prophylactics.
I got you open like supermarkets!
Now my helmet’s on, you can’t tell me I’m not in space.
I didn’t get turned on, I just got turned.
I wasn’t as aroused as I was concerned.
Stop tryin to be loud as me, cause you can’t do that,
Think about it…playing Russian roulette with an automatic!
Somebody gotta tell you this:
Cancer kills way more Americans than any Arabic terrorist.
We use more money to fight them than finding a cure,
So a little kid sits there with his chemo-therapist.
Hair falling out while his vital signs weaken…
He’ll be dead while his parent are in debt for his treatment.
In time, you’ll see a thin line between friend and rival.
Between you and me: stupidity and men’s bravado.
Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal,
MC’s spit rhymes to uplift their people.
Shakespeare’s gone, don’t even think about it.