Dumb It Down

Ricky Tate, where is he I don't know He killed a detective today Where is he Who got killed, man Carter Who died, Lee You Detective you Not you, you Who You Who Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth Don't nobody understand the words that are coming out of your mouth, man Yeah See, I've been told I spit too many punchlines So, they telling me to dumb it down And my response to that is, get the fuck over it Catch up, nigga Okay This Kenan This Kel Got me thinking that I'm All that Told my son he gon have a brother if Nia Long ever call back It's a few artist on my latest shit Probably wish you had'em on yo tracks I'd let you know if I fucked ya girl but we just hanging like coat racks 22's I'm riding flats Every beat get a toe tag Eyes never be under you Even if you a forehead Moving slow like a bowhead Sarah Lee you know I got bread Everybody bit my bars at least once I'm big red Impala gang, no Lexus Should've been a hip-hop freshman Lot of my shit get chopped and screwed They swear to God I'm from Texas Your favorite artist so local I'm a trill nigga that's global My UK check never short I'ma let you count those ovals My sex game so noble Her best friend's the ones that's told you She slow-winin' on tizzle And askin' me for my mobile DOS be the logo JFK be my kinfolk Money higher than Redman On how high in that rowboat My groupie chicks and my Xbox Told them hoes I ain't for the games My punchlines be so hot The devil tweeted my Twitter name 2 Chainz, like I'm 2 Chainz But I got the shit like yesterday Wondering, is the label gone Pick me up over Name change Yo wifey just an ad-lib I call her once, then bang, bang My candy pain ridiculous Even Tech N9ne said that's strange Pull up to a haunted house And them laugh at niggas like Marlon Wayans The Illuminati called the other day Y'all hung up and said Y'all lame I'm too trill And that's real I get Clinton Like Bill G-shit I'll jack Jill up on that hill And humpty dumpty tell His yolk gon' spill Red and white diamonds Made yo ho yeild Y'all selling all that Reggie Telling niggas you got that kill All this game is not for show Motherfuck deal or no deal Keep two guns like Denzel They twins Phil and Lil Gave these niggas so many bars You think you wanna cell 12's so fresh up on my feet If I jaywalk, I'll go to jail Yo bitch want the ring I get her wetter than the wale Her TV starts statickin' I kept fucking oh well You should know I'm a beast I'm really married to Belle My freestyle sound better than y'all Written's like L's Y'all niggas played the fuck out Like desktops by Dell I dumbed it down for 16 But it's so cold you can't tell Tizzle Nigga I once won the Tour de France But was disqualified cause I used a unicycle Even my enemies list me as emergency contact Nigga how many niggas know you How many niggas do you know can speak Russian In French