Yeah, Esau up in here
With some old off the top of the dome shit
That I wrote down
Now I can make a song
About all you wack rappers
But that shit`s already been done
Or a song about all you thug rappers
And all you REALLY done
But I`ma do this one about me
Cause if I don`t ring my own bell, son
Then you know that shit ain`t even gonna get rung
I`m the nicest on the mic ever, yeah right
Man I ain`t even the dopest kid
You heard on the mic tonight
But I still up in your cypher
And embarrass myself
And I still have enough audacity to tell you
I was the best MC on your set
Man you ain`t hear me
I did a collab with myself once
But I kicked myself off the track
Cause I was talking too much junk (too much)
Then I wanted to a joint with Pras
But when we got up in the studio
He got mad at me cause I told him
His shit was way hotter than Nas
Man he thought I was being funny
Man cause I was
I was only fuckin with him
Cause I wanted to fuck with his Cuz
But now I can`t think
And my brain`s a buzz
I need to go listen to some old school hip-hop
And bite some shit like Mos Def does
Man, I`m wacker than Rawkus` website
I`m bright like the night
I`m about as fly as a fuckin emu in flight
Man I`m not the storm, I`m the calm
And I`m not the bomb
And if you want to listen
To these wack ass lyrics
Go get them shits from Flash
You want at ohhla.com
Man, there ain`t too many kids
Out there that are wacker than me
Except for Mase and Puffy
And that whole damn Harlem World Family
And that kid Cam`Ron
You know that punk better keep his distance
Cause his rhyming skills are about as tight
As Lance UN did his business
The farewell tour and debut album
I sold three units so far
But you know I`m still countin (one)
And at this pace it`ll take me
69 years and four months to go platinum
So I guess I`m never gonna be needing
That new business accountant
But you know I got some cash man
I just can`t spend it
My house payments over due
So I had to let my cousin move in it (come on, move in)
And my whip`s kind of fly
Just got a huge dent in it (trashed)
That big 54-inch T.V. in the front room
Man, my mom rented it (thanks)
Man, I ain`t got too many real fans
That`s why you won`t catch my live act
I ain`t been on stage in a
Long long long time jack
And the last time someone met me backstage
When the lights went black
They said, Forget about your autograph,
I want my motherfuckin ten dollars back
Chorus of Boos and heckling
