Lyrics

Uh, Kool wit' another one Ooh, god damn, it's a better one Coulda been number one hits Heh, but your boy never play that shit, it's just rappin' Look what the fuck happenin' Fuck Tom Hanks on the Captain Spittin' that African rhyme Just woke up from a nap, man Dude, I'm the man, you a trash can Shout out the Lauryn Hill He finna be a trash man now, that's good money We in the hood runnin' hella little scam Hit em with the meta-blam-blam That's a spiritual pistol Young [?] motor with the spherical piston Can't get much flexin' in the [?] Baby, I'm a motherfuckin' issue Shout out to Issue We in it like ink in skin tissue Ya'll get stitches like a snitch do Ay, fuck blue [?] said Vishnu, people Seem me flip the scripts in the Hebrew Aramaic wit' it Trips in the Arabic, slay a bit Ya'll straight bitch, I'm swearin' it Kissed by the seraphim Sick credit with the Vedic knowledges Yea, I went to college, bitch But the knowledge that I bring is beyond that Truly astonishing, beyond rap, beyond man even Heh, meet me on the sand [?], young gladiator You mad, you a hater. Why you mad, player? See you later, like a alligator or a crocodile You don't see me in the wall That's your front door with a steel in the smile A deal in a while Hella real in the style You can feel how I die, get down, and back up again Your boy hella blessed I'm a lucky man Hit it in the bath with a clip, with a ducky [?] [?] Breakin' all my [?] up for the Ludakris song Sit down for the anthem, fuck America Fuck the American nation Rather be Jamaican or Haitian, better yet Cuban Kool A.D. more humid than human Follow my nose like a Toucan One man army but it feel like two man Better yet Navy, who [?] Look, your boy is so crazy I feel like Jay Z in the 80's maybe [?] I admit, I'm a 80's baby Yes I'm the shit, you could pay me daily Nothin' never phase me Suckers get paisley darts to the neck I'm smart with the arts in my [?] get the check You know your boy sports sport with the best Goin' through the park in the vest You don't show up with the Kevlar Call me killer heart I get hard Plus lines my n- plus lines like my name was, um, Chris Gethard Go dumb like a retard Sorry if uh that was maybe out of line I'm out of my mind like my uncle ro- run motown, what? Get up in the pad, get mo down Get the hootenanny, shindig, jamboree, hoe down If you ain't -if you ain't knew now then you know now [?] I could never slow down, no, nah, nah, not ever See me on Valencia street with uh, Dave Eggert Professional man of the letters, you a bed wetter I'm a bread-getter, plus a head-getter Dot on your chest like a red letter Scarlet O'Hare with the literature Ho [?] wit it, your bro [?] digits Just as a hobby Obi-Wan Kenobi told me in the lobby [?] kobe, what? Posse on Broadway Poppy [?] You a Conway shopper [?] proper John Jay Styles that's Loco Drivin in the [?] Jorge in the Volvo I'm a pimp I'm a chulo, I'm a cholo You a wimp, you a loser, you a Bozo You a shrimp, you a joto Heh, you a git, you a hobo See me on Fresno stalin' like [?] Shit, in a cranberry DeSoto You don't even know how my flow go Every which way mayne This day, every previous one and the next one, too [?] how I rep you, check you Microphone check California, California, I'm a [?] Best rapper in the world, everybody know How many more seconds we got on this shit, let's cut this shit out, okay