[Intro] Umm you already what this is baby, it’s your boy Los You what I’m talking bout, I mean it’s only right that we go in So uh, Im amazing, so so amazing (Welcome to swagsville) Had to turn the lights off Let’s go baby
[Verse 1: Los] Cause I go harder, faster, further, stronger Director, facilitator, illustrator, author All of the above, I’m falling so far in love with this all over again This is awesome Hip-hop be my darling, tell me you gon marry me Cause without you I’m nothing, and without me you’re boring Look how we be performing, when we get together Yeah we the shit forever, you see this shit I’m better than all of the rest of ... them They phony like wrestlers, when you gone I’m restless But when you close them gestures Cool as I could ever be, smooth as you could never be Never out my groove I’m way too cool of a celebrity F with me I’m definitely the deathest to the death of me Everybody left me so the only one that's left is me Never thought my life would be filled with so much destiny Till everything is right with me, I write whatever’s left of me And can't nobody write for me, so I guess it’s left of me To make it all right, you can say I left the recipe, definitely See me a king it ain't a ‘ting when a pawn a verse me Me no fear when me ‘ear all the controversy Lord ‘ave mercy how them tink a response could 'urt me When me make it ‘tru the hard time and all me friend desert me Allergic to chilling these millions I’m grinding Shinning with the brilliance of a trillion cut diamond Of course I’m the hardest They should teach courses at Harvard about how I horse other artists I’m the Rolls-Royce to these Hondas Better known as my compe-tition but in compe-tence I am not fond of If it’s not a compli-ment, that’s a response to this shit, what could you offer? Homie, I am off the far corner of Mars with my bars and fuck gravity I actually walk on the stars Heard a redneck say “Where the fuck is this nigger from? All we know is he just jump on the track and he get ‘er done Lord forbid he get a goddamn beat with a bigger drum Cause Lil Wayne done lost his goddamn brain and Jigga’s done” Where the fuck do I get it from? Since the moment this shit begun, it’s like God put a pen in my hand and said “nigger run” I been running ever since, presenting stunning evidence With such cunning relevance and like running elephants You can hear my arrival, I fear for my rivals My flow’s so righteous should of appeared in the Bible Prepare for the final chapter of a stand up nigga Cause most rappers got spinal fractures But mine will capture the minds of the captured Under these lines I’m underlining the answers Can’t tie me, down or deny me My ribbon in the sky provided by such a fly me How deep? I stimulate your brain more And lames taking shots at me cause I’m something to aim for Game score, forty-nothing Fucking with Los, I’m sure he’s bluffing My fans say “Homeboy you’re disgusting, you don’t have to say anything more to 'em than fuck 'em,” So “Fuck 'em!” I say, and I’m so sincere why the fuck would I play? He ain't walk in my shoes, nigga fuck what he say I just murdered this shit, come fuck with me YeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
