I fell out the sky like baby Superman to a farm on kansas Now the world wanna see my story all on camera
That’s Magic Described by a Hater That’s tragic Billy Shakespeare was in his grave doin backspins
The attractive power of every verse was so intense the ladies required napkins
The credits rolled: Below average seemed lavish Garbage ass rappers With a goudy no class chain and a fitted turned backwards Black on black anti semite rap wazyap I’m out that nolia So niggas’ll surely clap if I ask em Whip a nigga out his clothes from Freret to Jackson Nobody’ll ever wonder or talk about what happened
C’mon Son Who Better than us? Them?
They ain’t even figure out they own style yet man And every rhyme I ever spit out my face was spotless Any bitch I ever said strip to got topless Any click whoever said shit They got rocked So sugar Shane Mosley yo ass up out the cockpit We natural born fly guys Twist up yo Garcia Vegas and toast to the wise guys We made it to the high rise Georgy and Weezy and Lionel and Jenny Kravitz Jigga and J. Cole Jay Electronica Magic
Jeeeeesus Uprisings in Egypt The black Gods free up The Land erupt
I hope one y’all is feelin me Some of yall gotta wait til the final act of the trilogy to get it Oh I get it Niggas wanna hear me spit it But I never take shots Without establishing pivots
Itsy bitsy spider climbing up the water spout Moses with his ra hit the staff and got the water out
Powerful parables I learned from the lips of my uncle Charles comin outta the VA like Clipse
Now there’s a whole wealth to dig thru But yo shit it’s too shallow for me to dig you
Feel me Man these wack niggas kill me The wordplay was sweet but the rhymes don’t thrill me
You lose Quit believing in the news The Asiatic Blackman conveniently rude
Sincerely yours The Most GlobalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
