Turf Rider

Lyrics

Hold the phone! The hype ain't overblown Locals only. I'm back to going rogue alone Pogue mahone! Faux-golden vocal tone Dig these please. Big cheese - provolone Broken bones of foes buried in the graveyard Impotent rappers better implement safeguards I'm riding in race cars. Call me a wise fool Beat freaking. I peaked when I was in high school Yeah, cards dealt This junky gets funky like a fart smell Hard sell. Today's rappers are heartfelt Mic source. Strike Force - Rick Martel 50-pound barbells. Fly retiree MC to a high degree. By decree of the President skeezoid, regiments deployed Hotter than the summer sun, #1 b-boy Fatality! Sick like a malady *shrugs* No drugs, I'm raw-dogging reality Fallacy: hip hop's a young man's game Instead of smoking that crack, should have drunk champagne That's a dumb campaign. A dumb hill to die on Boy, stand still, you can't kill an icon I'm like a python, not some phony alpha The technician. The definition. Tony Alva Maniacal roughneck. Unrecognizable! Sizable chunks of punk rock in dump trucks Dumb fucks better run, I'm coming with num chucks Somewhat fresh, yes. Living in a camper van Rapper man. Lord knows. Wardrobe: Dapper Dan Thinking of a master plan of attack mode Crap load of raps. Mad Max of the backroads Triple threat. Let's make a little bet Said I was done but didn't make it official yet Grizzled vet with shovels and shoe horns Born outlaw kicking open the saloon doors A few more things to say and some new goals Exams, eight diagrams and bamboo poles Not looking for shortcuts and loopholes Late career outburst, I'm Albert Pujols Cereal in soup bowls. Working on material By any metric, I'm the imperial Cold magisterial, imperious, pompous! Unchecked. Lone suspect. No accomplice The kid shows promise. Quickdraw McGraw. It goes On and on, on and on… Freeze! Sucker MCs are like sheep with thick wool Done. Executive producer Dick Wolf