Alright, yo, I'm bust
I'ma kill it, I'ma kill it
Here we go, here we go, yo
My flow is like a cock block for your whole label street team
My verse is like a hearse for your marketing scheme
My whole steez, nigga, please, put the mic down
Talk about your represent when you embarrassing your town
Walking around with the Gay Pride parade crown
Silicone raps underneath that pink gown
Posing as a killer when you living as a clown
Entertaining A&R's too deaf to hear the sound
You are a has been rapper, talking 'bout your style's nice
Saying, I'm independent now, looking for a new life
A weak DJ, living off of 80's fame
Guess starring in the basement, living off of Tigga's name
My name's Kardinal, the pearl mic dark figure
Diploma type thoughts mixed up with street niggas
Living underground trying to earn the pop loot
'Cause I won't sell crack and got no aim to shoot
No patience for the weed, not quick enough to thief
Can't pimp, don't like fur coats or gold teeth
But I can rock the hell out of a fat ass beat
I might smile up in your face and then jack your SP
Yo, I'm ill to the 7th degree
T-dot represent, ya hearing me?
(Go ahead den)
Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper with flows
You don't know how a fire starter go
(Go ahead den)
Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky
A make way when I'm stepping in the room
(Go ahead den)
Yo, eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet
Y'all have seen me, ya not seen
(Go ahead den)
Yo, my rhymes are FedEx covered in latex delivered to your Jubby
My charms tribes quest for hot sex, no bust for the next can protect
See when the I drop, the niggas saying, 'what?'
And the skins are saying wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I'm dripping in 'nuff girls and missing what we trying to say
But talking about a revolution, end up talking about the day
When they can feel a rapper's privates, I'm looking for your mind
But I'm seeing all your titties and a big round behind
Oh, damn girl, you make think 'bout selling out
But oops, your weave just fell out
I am straight from the place that first brought you Vince Carter
The story of Hurricane and imported sugar cane
And snappy pop coming at you three for a dollar
What, Peter loves who? Yo, don't bother to hail it up
In the streets where we meet 'cause you might get beat
And find your head caught between timbos and concrete
And that's real, a lot of ignorant peeps around the way
Ain't trying to bend over to the madness of the day
But do what to do, ayyo, who am I to say?
I just want your records sales anyway
You see me
Someone kill to try and come up
With the things that I say, I'm a bad mother, yo
(Go ahead den)
I'm too fresh like Guess-V in a special way
Special way but everyday
(Go ahead den)
Yo, yo, I'm kick another one
Another one for the mic
Know what I'm saying?
Yo, I'm rolling through my hood system waking up the neighbors
Hell yeah, I know it's wrong but I gotta pump my song
Heavier rotation than Sisqo and Thong Song
I'm the perfect combination of Einstein and Long Dong Silver
Up in one, kick real raps for fun
I'm the black anti-Babylon, rapping shogun
I try not to bus' until I'm sure she cum
If I get a little itch, I check out the whole
My tongue is like an instant check for 7-0's
Write about this, rhyme something about the hoes
Anyways I try to uplift but not too serious yet
Because too much to say makes the Negro's a threat
So we talk about sex and promote the drug game
Even though we know it's wrong, we just trying to make a name
Cha, I'm trying to get my Moms out the ghetto
And you would too if you could flow, stupid
I'm ill to the 7th degree
T-dot represent, ya hearing me
(Go ahead den)
Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper with flows
You don't know how a fire starter go
(Go ahead den)
Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky
A make way when I'm stepping in the room
(Go ahead den)
Yo eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet
Y'all have seen me? Ya not seen
(Go ahead den)