254Low Cypher, Vol. 2: 82/92

Lyrics

[Intro] (DJ Crème!) [Verse 1: Taio Tripper] Tripper, Tripper, ay! Uh, I put my dreams out to the world 'Cause I know I'm 'bout to give y'all just what you need Uh, and to the fans that ain't the girls Pay attention, 'cause a real man 'bout to speak and First of all, flow immaculate, the dialect is accurate Never been a wiz, kid, so don't know how I'm hackin' it Rappers have been nappin' since hip hop took a slap and We just took them to the plate with the hope that it could happen Action, lights, camera, rollin'! Golden, these could be my best moments Leave my kids to get to know them Tripper keep it open 'cause my city's really open We are the real deal, any time, we will promote them To jokin', tight flows, don't choke 'em They tryna put me in a headlock, my brain open Remain focused, I'm as cool as can be Could I be the best you had, or you still don't believe in what we've achieved? You can call it unique And if you give me a week, I'll make sure you agree This is carefully designed, boy Best respect that grind, boy Stickin' to the music, watchin' melodies destroy boys [Verse 2: Smooth Poet] Does anybody have water there? Kuna maji hapo hivo? (Crème de la Crème) Alright, yo The innovator, no imitator can imitate it Don't get it twisted like French braids, it's barely braided Flow with the music like orchestras, that's orchestrated Your words weak like your balls castrated Who be gassin' y'all? We just class and outclassin' y'all Till we're spinnin' like a disco ball Slang like Escobar, dope like I'm pushin' the white Precise on mics like white on rice, yeah Bustin' through like bullet holes, my killer flow Clutch shooter like Kobe be on a finger roll Still roll for the Figaro Still I go ham, no Kanye or Jigga though Hear me, bro? Your girl got my nuts all up in a Tootsie Roll She love the way my dick lie like Pinocchio They say my flow's ice cold like the winter snow But still I bring the heat that makes you melt without a thaw Top notch, hot shots 254Low, we certified to rock Yeah [Verse 3: Babu] Crème! Haha Rep the MuthaLand, huh, the best of the 254 Listen, uh, okay Okay, I'm hip hop's Ronaldinho Still play the game but now I'm coaching like Mourinho This a freestyle with my negros, C Mulla, Octopizzo Never did wrestle 'cause I'm cooler than Carlito Haha, and I'm still reppin' MuthaLand Don't judge but I'm a rastaman, I'm blazin' like it's Amsterdam So understand that, really, we're the best here All these other rappers need to wait until next year Yeah, it's the original badmon Yeah, I got more Clarks than Kartel and Popcaan Big up to the boy Uneek, huh, wagwan? Wanna see me look up 'cause I'm a star, man I do everything right, got nothing wrong I get women, get money and make lovely songs Make the most of me, 'cause soon, I'll be gone I'll end this with a "Jah bless," next man, carry on [Verse 4: Uneek] Eat beats, kuku na samaki Tryna be a president, something like Kibaki Haki I got this feeling like I'm sorta, like, the nicest These other rappers spittin' some lyrics but never like this 'Cause as a youth I did rhyme instead of homework Never knew, as an adult, that it would so work 'Cause now my flow out of school, smoother than some yogurt So every other day I got a diva by the shoulder 'Cause it's swag but ninety percent skill Know I'm sick 'cause you can't pretend ill It's like fake tryna pretend real While my hard workin' rhymes couldn't even spell "chill" Three fingers in the air, reppin' Nairobi So you can say like the motto, "NAOMI" Get it? Or is it over your head, like a snapback? Ahead of my time, I'm the black Samurai Jack Ain't even heard one person say, "This guy whack" It's why ladies stick around on my flytrap Besides that, I rhyme crack So I ain't talkin' Apple or iTunes when I say I rap