Lyrics:
Listen...
Man of my dreams I think I've seen him
Passing by me on God's green earth
Got me feeling like I need him
Got me feeling like
Insignificant as jizz
Swallowed up by someone who can't have kids
No one thinks that you're the shiz
Because no one believes that you can rap like this
Never had
could lend my B-ball IQ to his growing game
Same goes for my bro who started 9th grade (oh, yeah)
Feels good hittin' the stage, with all our beats
This world can analyze and size you up and throw you on the scales
They can I.Q. you and run you through
Their rigorous details
They can do their
that fat pass BY, why asks why?
Made my way through the crowd with the side to side
Then I pushed up on the tush 'cause, uh, I ain't shy!
Said,
takin' over
And yes yes you to the BN
Scores like 10 on my IQ test
Stay live with Divine so I'm so funky fresh
I rocks to the east I flows
here with a steady job
Everything is sponsored from the sea to the sky
This chorus will be brought to you by EMI
You had 2 piano lessons
I choose my friends only far too well
I'm up on the pavement, they're all down in the cellar
With their government grants and my I.Q.
They brought
rhymes hit your head
The sentence I spoke make you a lifer
Inspired by Detroit erase the
Snakes and the vipers
Dug it straight out the dirt for
The fakes
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
For Mr. Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness
And an occasional harassment by
By a square-dancin' farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up, said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
For Mr. Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness
And an occasional harassment by
za to w drodze na dno stuknął sobie chociaż Księżną
Marny Buc olewa swego mózgu zanik
A gdyby spadł z poziomu ego na poziom IQ to by się zabił
Dobra
coś będzie za trudne doładujemy
Sobie IQ kartą Tak Tak
A w faktach powiedzieli że NASA
Przyznała mi migdałów masaż za to
Że noszę kosmos we łbie
W tak
kłaść na make up
Bo za te IQ to cię nikt raczej nie przepcha
Mówią będzie kolejna kolejna jest taka sama
Wielka dama a do powiedzenia zwykle dramat
Lubię
a habit (Is a habit)
And you ain't taken it from me I gotta have it (Gotta have it nigga)
I was always taught by any means (By any means)
Grind out
seafood
I'll fill my plate up
And now I'm dropping gems and jewelry
Guess I'll change my name to Jacob
My lyrical IQ levels brainiac
My #barsfire yes I'm
get it by any means
I take my shot when I wanna, I don't care who is guarding me
I got the IQ, I read the defense
Man to man, 2-3, I can see
of global warming was created by and for the Chinese
In order to make US manufacturing noncompetitive
If Hillary Clinton can't satisfy her husband
What makes
my counterattack
Make an appointment to meet
Tell em that it overlaps
With projects by people not parasites looking for fame
Bitch thanks for the chat
Yo, Uh
Like my iq be low i be dumming out
Come tru with the sticks and be druming out
This bitch niggas hating i cut em out
I treat em like weed ama
would have came With the heritage
Guess a couple things passed
Me by except the intelligent
Mind got diagnosed with a
Genius Iq in like 2005
My mama
Thinking all of the alternatives offered by other jerks
Are kinda' worthless, 'cause your cranial surface is concrete
Oh, I've heard of you! You're the one
a sheet
Ooo, psyche, you ain't catch me by surprise
Hear the howls in the night, keep my eyes in the sky
'Cause I'm the Halloween King
Look up, hear
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