No Doubt

Lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Carlos Ferragamo] Yo! Ciao the motherfucking dungeon of rap How you cum if minus the sperm the dick the college chick with a perm Who's the number one Bronx MC? That be me, capital 'C', yup, 'A' to the 'R-LOS' Pronounce it 'Carlos', Ferragamo the surname Here bringin' finest hip-hop minus the rope chain You've prolly never heard of me like I got no name Train on the tracks, we're fire without the propane Air Force 1's on the feet, color of cocaine (what?) DJ bring it back sorta like Rogaine? Battle me stupid like PS3 with no game Or computers with no monitors Check the thermometer, spit longer than four kilometers Shine bright like the North Star Andromeda, for real Smack the top of the face, no ice grill Cuz I came from the hood and I could go back still [Verse 2: e-dubble] I got it, I'm on it No pause, no comma Straight through, no juice still spit like a Llama Yeh, new week, new treat like a comic I ain't talking stand-up but I like 'yo-mamma's' Promise gets kept; your threats ain't honest Thirty-three weeks deep, keep dodging them Piranhas Jaw drops like you just saw Rihanna in pajamas and you got it on tape so rewind it Play it again, the good shit reigning 'em in Carlos and e-dub, we playing to win I'm tryna spread the good seed like I came in the wind Pollinating 'til the politics can come to an end Honestly, this new shit is transcendent Everyone's a critic nowadays Go ahead and hit send, bitch The Internet is like a living organism for some haters to create a persona they ain't livin' yet And probably never will, I'll probably never spill My cup is a carafe and my balance be that of Jedi skill You better bet I'm ill I hate to brag but before I go out, I hope I got an Eddie Vedder will Lots of assets, no liability I'm saddened by the passionless people with no abilities And I ain't talkin' 'bout the people with the Scrillogys Equivalent to Terry Jones sermonizing in Tripoli Ack Bullshittin' while I think about victory Happy to be stubborn, I'm never uttering 'Pretty please?' Too many Favre's in the pocket—no tickling We sweat to pay dues, Ray Lewis take a whiff of these Dirty uniforms, never keep them shit's white Go and fuck yourself if you need your shit wiped Do for self or go ahead and get your shit swiped Unconvinced I'm equal, inherit shit but a shit life Talkin' down to me is something that you can't do I'm seven foot, you're Mikulski in a pant suit I see your dandruff and you need to shampoo Bill Clinton your ass free willy 'til I Shamu Or ShamWow, I took the damn vows Married to this shit, hip-hop is my spouse No movie, my mind has no doubt But I'm livin' in the parable, now you go pout [Outro: e-dubble] Yeah! Freestyle Friday #33. Thursday, September 9th. Shout out to Carlos Ferragamo, my homeboy from the Bronx, for killing it on the track! Thanks for killing it, homeboy Plenty more where that came from; hope everybody enjoyed it Tonight is, uh, NFL Kickoff night. So, happy motherfucking football season, everybody! Whoever your team is, whoever your team is Y' know, we're diplomats here. I wish everybody good luck. Go Vikings; go Saints, but I'm pretty sure Reggie Bush is gonna be running over people tonight I don't know if you've seen that RedZone campaign, but I wanted to get one of those G-Damn autographed footballs, you know? Shout out to Activate Social, Black Paisley. Please go to Facebook.com/edubhiphop, Twitter.com/edubhiphop Shout out to GoodMusicAllDay, and all the wonderful blogs And, uh, get ready for the mixtape, Written Thursday. It's, uh, it's coming up. And it's, uh, it's coming pretty fast. See ya guys!