I’m So Cool

Lyrics

[Intro] Listen [Verse 1] I'm an emcee first so guess what, shithead I can be an arrogant prick too, dickhead We all got tugs on the road that spit lead What you choose to promote? What's your intent? Man done hundreds of shows, no deal Can count countries I been and I still Ill shit, real shit, red and blue pill shit Talk sense but tugs still feel shit 14 in coliseum with big women Every other week when the shots kept ringing So parden me if I don't give a fuck lately But half of these bars emcees wanna spray me Only care if you wanna educate me Or great emcee like Biggie was maybe And I don't response for who hate me Don't lie to yourself, claim that you don't rate me Who else can make intelligence seem sexy Girls try hard, still can't get me Gotta be a queen, I stay select Grown man, don't run when I get a erect Not any girl that can feel the sweat, heat Push the mind sex and I change the technique Who the fuck, you wanna claim you rep street You ain't out there with the youts and get deep? [Chorus] I'm so cool playing the game But I make my own rules I'm so cool stay in your lane Or you'll get took to school I'm so cool playing the game But I make my own rules I'm so cool, so cool, so fucking cool [Verse 2] Many man talk shit but they got no talent Everything that I spit classic Known from Sudan to Zimbabwe, the hard way Livin' off the work of the word that the bard spray Teaching my shit in the schools since the first disc What would you think when I'm dead, I'm a wordsmith In the truest sense of the word, have you heard, prick It's a new day, absurd with my nerd shit We know Akala, we know that he reads Never run from no guy and see men bleed We all talk tough on the track, oh please! You ain't out there on your own on the steet I am not Superman, you are not Superman But I don't need to pretend that I am I'de rather fight with the right foe that has stole land Soul stone cold put a price on your soul man You can take my wisdom for weakness, sweetness I don't belive that 'turn the other cheek' shit "Fuck! Akala, it's all that deep shit?" But lease tell me, really what's street shit? Italian designers out on the block for you Shot rocks, pop Glocks, hop blocks with you? We own the straps and the scales? Or the fasion sales? Or we just pack the jails [Chorus] I'm so cool playing the game But I make my own rules I'm so cool stay in your lane Or you'll get took to school I'm so cool playing the game But I make my own rules I'm so cool, so cool, so fucking cool [Verse 3] A military mind since back in '04 Who's relevant from then its oh so poor Emcees come through and the last one sees And I'm bleeding and breathing, the meaning we feel it Don't want credit for the message I discuss Enough conscious emcees are boring as fuck Credit 'cause my swag is fly through the roof A bop when I spit the fire in the booth Credit 'cause I am the best emcee Oh lord dear god Just flee fuck me! Credit 'cause I am oh so original You ain't the only bro that knows criminals Don't shout out my OG's on the track They're way too serious for all of that crap Mans that buy yard and yawnin' in Ghana Might be gangstas but always were fathers Can't rate man that is smuggling parada 'Cause you dem a struggle, it's dumb-fuck retarded Few emcees have got the game twisted Don't be ashamed of earnin' an honest living How many fucked up 'cause our dad's were in prison And if they were around then there'd be less killing And if you must die then die for the right cause Die like a mutherfuckin man in the right war Die like Toussaint, die like Dessaline Die like Malcolm scheming on a better dream Die for your family, die for your Kids home Don't die for a dumb block that you don't own [Chorus] I'm so cool playing the game But I make my own rules I'm so cool stay in your lane Or you'll get took to school I'm so cool playing the game But I make my own rules I'm so cool, so cool, so fucking cool