Lyrics:
player on a solo flight
Lookin down on MC's faces full of fright and fear
I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear
Heureka! I just struck a platinum
all stood, and if I crack 'em I'm harder than wood
You'll never catch me lacking, keep the tools on my side
And you'll always find me packing, when I
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
to do was say
That you wish you would've just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here
Yeah, human
And the game that I spit'll put your bitch on the back
I'm dressed to kill I love to style
I'm the MC you know hoe check my file
The big-lip nigga for your
green
Brothers knew my game was true
So I hooked up with the real crew
That knew excactly what to do
Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools
Pimpin
Got my education without school
Quiet as a mouse move
But I keep a loud tool
Play games you'll be shitting in a pouch fool
Got stock like Dow do
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
And I was told in school I was a fool and money, I'd never gain none
But I used my flow as a tool, they was cruel
Said I'd be
tools, I will not lose
A million miles a minute is how my block moves
I stay in the fast lane, never fakin, cheddar chasin
I'm in the game for the cash
In there
Somewhere
Did I mention
Somewhere
In there
That I traded Babe Ruth?
Yes, I traded the only player that was bigger than the game
Suckers get offended and players get recommended
I represent this BRP on me these niggas these niggas P pretending
Stay down for the crown on me Im
heart, black tool, crack on that spoon
Crack on that spoon, backbone don't bend
Them shoot at Tune, that boy don't flinch
I don't shoot back, I pay for
in prayer
Spittin crack track for track
DC Mayor
Since 79
And still born
Resurrected divine
The Lord sent a savoir
Im Easter
Easter to the game
Easter
you niggas OD
On the slick rap shit, let me slick that
I got Rollies with the gold and the knickknacks
Crack from my knees to my six pack
Let me hit
you niggas OD
On the slick rap shit, let me slick that
I got Rollies with the gold and the knickknacks
Crack from my knees to my six pack
Let me hit
seems cool to you
I'm just a nigga that was played at his own game
A player falling for a player mehn that shit so insane
I didn't mean to love you but it
and I bring booze
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue
We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
Thankful,
Black reppin' from back in the day
X files and you know the storm
Homies loc now it's on so you've been warned
Dru Ha where you at? Yeah yeah
O.G.
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue
We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
Thankful, counting up currency
the lesser
Game's under pressure and I'm next like I'm Butter Love
It's Doctor Gramz, tools on the pan, snap on the rubber glove
Revive it back, scream 'Clear'
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
gotta laugh
Like a parent, I put a whoopin' on her bottom half
I'm a player from the Himalayas
Niggas don't agree, then them niggas' haters
I'm just
a name is simply for detection,
I know I'm only paper in a file,
But couldn't you treat me as a human for a while?
You ride on me,
Suck my energy.
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
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