Writers

Lyrics

(Chorus) Every writers unite Who's on fire (4x) (Kool Keith) I'm Batman on steroids Rappers come with double A batteries I'm a grown man who play with toys The automatic rhymes write by themselves The utility belt-in on eBay for sale My rhymes scope your scalp like a medicated hair gel I don't wan't pampers to squel and start to smell Leave em' pot roasted toasted Don't be no curtain so they got to shit in the open Peep they cars when they playing poker The one with tight pants can't move too fast Break 'em up from the D league Took out what he need to work on Peter pan can pass a tunderball with a fiberglass Call me Ernie and Nas I'm up so high when I come down cheerleaders participate in wiping my ass The National Basket-Ball Association One rookie to be a little more patient Make 'em practice in our places Scout her earned D's on the floor shake 'em Throw 900 pounds medicine balls around the gymnasium Pass pampers out Who got uniform to run Sports Illustrated showed me getting my dick sucked with Reebok pumps All-American unstoppable My 360 impossible Alumni with my white underwear with the hair follicles I can play with a white color and shoes Went to dunk contest with Timberland boots Throw it up I need someone who stand nude (Chorus) Every writers unite Who's on fire (Rass Kass) Celebrity mixologist Mix ya 7 chakra with my Vodka Star Wars cambino with the female Chewbaka Telling you please fast play that new Rass Kass Every word I speak should be a hashtag Microphone doing I should have a Nike endorsement I'm forcing enough of scorching The jokey with the horseman Used to be the golden state in forceman Drinking true blood where they ignoring Ball on the courts Ball on the black tie T back lady reported balls on her shirt It's all for this fort fought worth blood sweat and dirt H and all as me and Kool Keith balls with a verse All you hear is switch Plague drilling the tray Lets figure the game 7 nigga play I slap the rap and your teen mascot Do the poke game interview rocking a Gucci ass got Pants sagging Cause I be rapping my ass off Hardcore hip hop when other rappers mad soft I roll a charnin niggas Big head shitting in the woods Eyes are Japanese When you pimpin in the hood And the tired of that He on fire (Chorus) Every writers unite Who's on fire