[Kardinal Offishall]
Alright
Yo, I`m bust
I`mma kill it, I`mma 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
Talking `bout you 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 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 tief
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 S-P
CHORUS 1 [Kardinal Offishall]
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 firestarter 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
Yo, listen to me, ya not zeen
{Well go ahead den}
[Kardinal Offishall]
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
It`s 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
Ha ha
I`m straight from the place that first brought you Vince Carter
The story of Hurricane, and imported sugar cane
And snappy pop coming out 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 and yo who am I to say
I just want your records sales anyway
You see me
CHORUS 2 [Kardinal Offishall]
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}
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[Kardinal Offishall]
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 neighbours
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 bus` until I`m sure she cum
If I get a little hit, check I out the whole long
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 a 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 Mom`s out the ghetto
And you would too if you could flow, stupid!
CHORUS 1
** scratched by DJ Tracks **
[KO] DJ Tracks
