Lyrics:
I'm the Orson Wells of the rap game
My debut album about to be my Citizen Kane
No disrespect to the greats
But I'm the greatest instead
I only call
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
show
3 6 mafia
Ya ya ya keep it live baby
You've jus' been a victim of the new Lil' Wyte album
The one and only
Yes sir
Its goin' down
Bumpin'
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
'll be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
a paddle
I'd spank all these rappers like babies
It's crazy, it's backwards
How blatantly lazy and basic
They can be makin' these albums
I've been draining
the seats are made out of ice
The real ones know I got the flow
I'm with the men and the mice
Powderpuff Girls on the track
I got the sugar and spice
And if
do what I do
When I do, what I do
If you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I do
Now
Step
8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell me?
It's E-feeze, mutha fuckaz ain't understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a mutha fucka out
Niggaz
the inner g
Big steppin big stretchin grim Reap
It's a price I can't do it for the free
Got some paper and I'm chopping up a tree
1 2 3 5 on me
Big ticket big
of the gangster Spice
Warning, check out the blast of a shotgun
Nine mothafuckin' millimeter, have one
Or two or three or four
Cause every brother in my hood is
unkind
My best lyrics for my next album I'm still trying to find
So if you don't know my name yet
It's Jesus with the three before the E
Don't know how
Dennis playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
Dennis playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
Klouded:
When the lights go out
Light it up with something else x3
When the lights go out
Light it up with something else x3
Klouded:
cs I take
Klouded:
When the lights go out
Light it up with something else x3
When the lights go out
Light it up with something else x3
Klouded:
As I take
The Neighbours n' The Brave
But the best thing is I have 'em, have 'em in empty PS3 cases n' wrote the album
Names on the cases with sharpie, got 'em sorted by
around by haters call me pizza dough
I don’t got no time
Flexin with these rhymes
On my way to Hollywood catch a thousand dimes
Champion looking fly
I
Yo, I go by the name of Dubious Thoughts
I feel like sometimes, I hide behind my shell
Like I was bound for hell but, I got a story to tell
Cuz my
can't compete
Pussy nigga check my physique
I'm a freak, made 3 albums in 6 months
I'm so unique, I'm elite
I'm prestigious, got two hoes in the same
cause know I don't want to hear yo album
I don't want to hear it, hear it, just a bunch of links
I wonder what happened to Late Night Money Making
I
as Big L
Turning this albums' flow over, by just one single
You might know already my name is risky
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