Aight Alright so, am, turn my mic up, turn my headphones up, somethin I'm not... Yo, can you hear it, yet? Can't hear it right You can't hear yet? Nah, nah turn it up Yo Alright Premier So... Yeah? So, you want me to just kick some shit? Yeah, just kick a freestyle, whatever, it don't matter Alright. Bring me in 2-3
Verse: Hey, hot damn, ho, here I go again You know who I be, and you know watcha in for For your information Me, I be comin harder than ejaculation Evacuation on the premesis (I'm what?), I'm limitless Run it to the limit, like Emmitt Smith, I'm listed in the Guiness's For in the book of Genesis it reads In the beginning God created Heaven then he created me So you see It ain't no way on earth you can see me That's just how it B.E. You might as well drop that thought, cause it ain't goin down, G You wishin, I'll leave you curled up in the fetal position Impossible mission you think you gettin with Rage, well, then listen You're thinkin the unthinkable Rage is the unsinkable Who can do it better I gotta art for linkin letters A diva run it like Gail Dever Style so sick you think I got swamp fever To all non-believers Y'all ain't believin I rocks hard when I'm stoned like Steven The way I kill it I leave you in a process of grieven Leave you barely breathin Kicks it so hard I knock out your teeth and leave you teethin Take aim and shoot, knock you out your boots I be the beginning of a New Testament like Matthew, Mark, and Luke I turn the motha out in Levi Strauss No doubt, make suckas do an about Face, cut to the chase They told me haste makes waste And I'll waste you if you're hasty Lyrically, it don't take much to make me Fly off the handle Go off like Roman candles Scandalous not Band you like wristwratch Watch me clock a end, clock a grip Watch me grip that microphone and cold rock that bitch To your socks get hit From the esophogus my vocal range will expand And raise up and smack that ass like back hands I got that shit that leave your whole section deaded And, if you got no common sense you won't be ressurected Fed-Ex it, my successes didn't make it over night But over mics for you it could be over in just one night Cause the R hits like Thundar the Barbarian Neva in your life could you ever scar the Aquarian Water Bearer Great Granddaughter of Clara Bring the terror to your dome As you get nearer to my throne Them bones get crushed to dust Cause when it comes down to struttin my stuff It's necessary I get rough Cause I'm a lyrical genius no other could swing this Better than I (Why?) cause I'm one of the meanest Not givin a damn statin to all who I am No need to cram, cause now you fully understand That Robin is rockin, causin hippers to hoppin Try to stop what I'm droppin, and a box you'll be popped in Think twice, save your life, give me the mic I say it again, yo, it won't be nice You think I'm huffin and puffin, think I'm blowin and bluffin You hens can't begin to contend with Robin Voice smooth, lyrics lovely The hippest hip-hopper, got brothers tuggin to hug me Ah, dig
Outro: Aight, damn, aight, that's enough. You got a level now? I'm shook cause I'm gonna be hoarse in a minute, come on Let's, let's do the song, the song, okay Premier, DJ Premier, Pr-Pr-Pr-Pre-mier Premi-Pr-Pr-Pr-Pr Wait, no, no, no, no, no, okay, okay Go back, go back, go back Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
