Rapper Pooh-A-Lude

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh] Fair warning, people would've never had a problem If the naysayers or the doubters would've got him Slumped in the corner, for sure, I'm a goner Shoot with no aim, so them niggas couldn't spot him Now I gotta question if I really even want it When this shit is like a trip through the city of Sodom Gomorrah, the horror, stories are endless Workshop, workin' all night, no apprentice Funny when a nigga speak truth, he a menace Ushered in the underground, lifelong sentence There's where I dwell, ain't no need to cry for me Rapper gonna eat and I eat well It's been six years since I stepped out the shell Talent on the rise to the top, I propel Big Dho set sail, your boy gon' win Bet niggas act crazy when they see us again I'm really goin' in, I've been had nothin' to lose So I choose to take y'all through a spin A journey through the mind of a sane-ass artist If you spittin' blah-blah shit, you a target If you spittin' blah-blah shit, then just forfeit What go around come around, now they all on my dick [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Kendrick Lamar, I'm 'bout to get my mopstick Niggas bump they gums and they bitches be bumpin' my shit I fry your optics, if you watchin' my style, watch it Tyrannosaurus readin' thesaurus, hold rappers hostage Catastrophic, it's 9/11 when I'm reppin' Skip college to fly first class, learn a lesson Straight brutal, Roman numeral number one Eatin' Ramen noodles, rhymin' crucial under the sun Kudos to the most high, which is me I probably make 'em plan they suicide, so usually I ain't never been with the shit startin', but y'all done started some shit I'm 'bout to drink some Ex-Lax, then commence To returnin' the favor, to all of my neighbors and comrades Calm down, you more like Trina than Trinidad, let's box now Throw your dukes up Pussy probably holdin' Daisy Dukes and C-cups I look inside this industry and I don't see much I just see lunch, and your shit that's more bore like tourists I'm laid back, my feet up, how cool is that? The 2010 Kool G. Rap, whenever I rap I got my arsenal strapped on my back, I'm ready for war They tend to look for me when they fiend for Afeni Shakur Conversing, not hibernating under the planet core At thirteen, I canceled PG-13 and went for gore That's what I pledge It's profound that I'm underground touchin' mainstreams like river beds [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Yeah (Ab-Soul), they sayin' he a breath of fresh air (Like) They can't smell all this weed that I brought in here Black & Mild smoke still linger on my clothes So unprofessional, I shouldn't be meetin' with millionaires Pull up a chair, I'll school you to it I was a student truant that never studied, just always knew it You just new to it with no clue on how you should do it Like youth in junior high school when puberty's bloomin' And mind you, I never mined you, I ain't diggin' for gold Honestly, I just wanna stick my dick in some hoes Kick a flow, hit the dro with my bros Tippy-toe in this rap game (Uh), make a lil' name (Uh) With this lil' lane I've been pavin' since I was a teen That I never really thought that I would attain When Big Pooh dropped "Sleepers," I could barely get a feature They ain't know this regular nigga'd be the future I've viewed the roof from the floor, I've been here before I'm finna blow a couple of times over like two tubas And I'ma still want more with this appetite 'Til the critics stop givin' me mixed signals like traffic lights You know, the lavish life, but for now, I'm the new Kunta (Yeah) Slave to my rhyme book, a line of mine, your time's up The bastard kissin' your bitch with the blackened soup coolers (Why?) She'll testify, excuse Judas when I'm crucified