They think I'm biting, sounding like the white little Wayne
And I ain't just saying it trying to get paid
I already got paper, like a library
Go and chec k the books crackah so clever it's scary
Gun ya with my book of rhymes, biblio tech ya
Pat ya hoe then take her to the back yard and deck her
And I don't mean tackle, hoe you think I'm fishin?
Rod em like hillary then chum all over bitches
Realer than the roll of line, double paid like overtime
Flow and rhymes so devine show you even if you blind
Hoe you need to get in line, like some rollerblades
Without the semen in ya eyes, I don't know ya face
Any time any place, I'll show you're a discrace
I'll serve you like a tennis playin waiter with a plate
Eat it sucker no objections, don't fuck with anorexia
Throw it up like bulimics, if you sneeze well then I'll bless ya
They like "my God", and I answer bitch what
I don't mean sodomy, but I'll get your shit fucked
Wanna be mighty? Better make like a daffy and donald and duck
But I'm already going over your head, so you're in luck
Even though I am above, you still don't understand
So I assume you're kneeling, either blowin me preying
My shit is so fly, it's bound to hit the fan
Something like your daddy I'm the mutherfucking man
Or like oedipus like Jack said on Gripp's doing the most
I don't speak modest, I'm honest and fluent in boast
Rock the boat till it don't float, flow around you like a moat goes
Gloat cause it's greener on my side, like where a goat goes
Dope as op i um, I dont leave no hope for them
Not even in the unseen, like that book ron suskind wrote, and then
I show how to drop a flow for them, the pros I'm approaching em
Any want beef, treat em meat rap heat up on the beat and roast em
Toast em, the bread the is the beat, rhymes are the butter, flow is the heat
Melt that mutherfucking dead on wheat, rye or whatever kind it may be
High, space ships fly underneath
Devine, if I die, get rise outta me
Your bread is like matsa, blame it on the yeast
I got a lotsa, golden like the fleece
Ancient greece, well done smarty
Keeping up with me, hit up iparty
Once knew a hater, dated a hottie
Sparked his girl, cause she got naughty
Speed it up please, rappers are retarded
Flows so old, never get carded
Spooky clever, wittily haunted
Yeah it's adverb, check up on it
I see what you're mad for, you think I'm impostor
Well if I'm an actor, I should get an oscar
Switch up my voice, suddenly I lost ya
More complex than the carbs in your pasta
Major with modern culture and media
You're the consumer, this is me feeding ya
You think fast, well I think speedier
Pause my shit, hit up wikipedia
Big big money, but it ain't about that
It's all about the rhymes in the lines of the raps
Flow flow so cold that the quality is solid
Ta top of my game mutherfucker I'm on it
On it, like lips or like bagdag, bomb it
Drop shit, hot shit, stop it, they don't want
They can't handle my shit, they knock it like it's phoney
While their girlfriend plays jockey to my pony