Remember Me

Lyrics

Poops - "Remember Me" [Emcee(s): Poops] [Producer(s): FBoom] [Verse 1: Poops] From streets to aerial flights of ghetto sciences For the critics that stereotype—that's why most of my [?] Dead and ridiculed, in a burial site. It ain't Right, but, hey, that's life. Gotta have skills to bang Twice. In my laboratory, I study cheese And train mice. Me and F got the blood of the same type I apologize to New York for any com- -plication. I just try to give the brain life with a con- -versation, but, for some reason, they still don't understand, son So, in the Eve of the night, I swallow the Big Apple Like Adam. All five boroughs at random, from the real To the fakes, from the pussies to the snakes. They're all described And around like character rising face. Like a sketch Artist, not leaving out one trait. No ex', seal The doors off and let no one escape this 'cause I'ma pul- -verize with a statement 'til all comp' is galvanized And vanquished. I'm just trying to economize the industry To be more spacious 'cause I'ma need a lot of room To fit these creations, 'cause I'ma need a lot of room To fit these creations [Verse 2: Poops] Sit at my desk and sketch it, pray to my God to bless this Righteous shredding while we're having a bass wedding To even set it. Yo, F, scratch the racks and bring out The cuts like calisthenics. Remember me and don't forget it Well, we had scratches of matches, but now we gotta Get sample clearance from these faggot rappers (Yeah) As long as the flow is sentenced to death row, I'll Be copacetic, lounging in the system [?] But he passed me the mic, he my codefendant Instead, he can't wait—let's just go in and get it My managers come together, slow-pacing, no racing And operate like doctors and work on our patients, yo Check it out. It used to be a hobby, now It's work for me, it's a 9-to-5 hurting emcees "I thought I left him dead." Test the strength of the modern- -time Hercules. The guiding light, niggas must have heard Of me—that's why they're playing son/Sun close like mercury If the whole world relates to my pain, we'll be in A state of emergency, Code Red, all units on standby Global chaos just to be recording me rhyme Fans cry, jewels of life dropped like a tear From a watery eye. Tears drop like a tear From a watery eye. Fans cry, jewels of life dropped like a tear From a watery eye