Subpar

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Prof & Method Man - Rap

Subpar

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[Chorus] Pick a fight, earn a stripe, run a light out of spite Up all night, wrong or right, take a bite, hey! Eat the rich, hit a lick, drink a fifth, fuck a snitch Split a wig, smoke a spliff, blow a kiss, hey! I'm doing subpar, how are you? (how are you?) I'm doing subpar, how are you? (how are you?) I'm doing subpar, how are you? (how are you?) Hey, hey! Doo doo doo doo doo [Verse 1: Prof] If suffering builds character, then get a load of me I've been through shit, I'm filled with piss, I'm bloated totally I can't condone to go the road of who I'm told to be I told the peeps, roll the sleeves, let's go promote the beast Today I hit a fucking lick just for the big homie I feel better got the stick, I got the thing on me Tell the FBI I follow Jeff Bezos, pesos, quesos Marshmallows, rainbows, game shows Thinking about life, what could a buck ninety five get for living outside Thinking I'd die for a lil pie slice Minimize time, gotta fit in my size Gotta pimp out my ride, got a dinner by five Gotta think of my pride incentivize crime I'm ahead of my time, temper hot as mine This shit no accident, by design [Bridge] Sometimes a dam breaks And sometimes it can't wait They broke the camel's back Gunna take us all down stream [Chorus] Pick a fight, earn a stripe, run a light out of spite Up all night, wrong or right, take a bite, hey! Eat the rich, hit a lick, drink a fifth, fuck a snitch Split a wig, smoke a spliff, blow a kiss, hey! I'm doing subpar, how are you? (how are you?) I'm doing subpar, how are you? (how are you?) I'm doing subpar, how are you? (how are you?) Hey, hey! Doo doo doo doo doo [Verse 2: Method Man] I got time today, for every two rhymes, I throw a rhyme away Round the way these rappers do coke, might blow a line today Blow your mind away, right by your bae, and by the way I find a way to spin at the wheel of fortune and buy a K Y'all don't like me cuz y'all ain't like me and I get it Your lady like me it's more than likely that I hit it The sky's the limit get high enough you can find me in it And if dying quick is your only option then crying isn't I mind my business, the one that paid me, no one can play me Can't have a turn until half your circle can do 180's I mean degrees, so cool it down like a summer's breeze Some of y'all is MC's, some of y'all need some Summer's Eve Like sonny please, I'm hot as a pair of Dungarees And double w tats on a pair of some double d's Y'all don't want no trouble, don't trouble me Suddenly now some of y'all barely breathing because of me [Chorus] Pick a fight, earn a stripe, run a light out of spite Up all night, wrong or right, take a bite, hey! Eat the rich, hit a lick, drink a fifth, fuck a snitch Split a wig, smoke a spliff, blow a kiss, hey! I'm doing subpar, how are you? (how are you?) I'm doing subpar, how are you? (how are you?) I'm doing subpar, how are you? (how are you?) Hey, hey!

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Credits

Writers
  • J. Anderson
  • Method Man