if u want to
barker, travis
your mind's all a flutter no pigs on the gig
everything of mine must show signs of the suffer
and keep you oppressed to the other
to keep it all fresh like tupper
one of the tougher ginger bread men out the cutter
skin ain't huck finn but i ain't nigger jim mother fucker
i'm more like clubber from the upper cut of the gutter
never can't tell i won't bow down to the bull like calcutta
that ain't what i'm rapping for
i know that sounds fucked up like a rap tour?
but there's no roof clips if i lose so i choose
to keep on seeing red like crips in
he the guy who rise to eye pools
i ain't sayin i'm the best oh!
cuz what i got restin on my neck oh!
cuz it took me from down on the ground to soarin' like a g4!
been around the world the things that i've seen
these things get turned into things that i sing
things stringed together with similes in between
since little green marines i
i had to root for it like my home team
ya'll that worried bout the dust better stay on your scene?
i drop the lyric with. you can document it
i got the spirit i fly over wayne
it's the fly mc. i must admit it
i ain't sayin i'm the best oh!
cuz what i got restin on my neck oh!
cuz it took me from down on the ground to soarin' like a g4!
now everybody know me mama
all these hoes on me mama
why the hell you ain't want me mama
now everybody know me mama
all these hoes on me mama
why the hell you ain't want me mama
who knew that when i grew up i'd be just like him
expect my roar if you reject my whim
jump the family one of my bestest friends
try and kill us all your deaths breaks in
i'll just reply with excess winds
please god correct my sins to protect my kin
i ain't sayin i'm the best oh!
cuz what i got restin on my neck oh!
cuz it took me from down on the ground to soarin' like a g4!