Damn Right

Hello! Come on Nice to see you, welcome How you doing man, this is the place? You bet it's the place It's a lot older than what the ad said Oh it's old, it's real old, a man died in there Really? Yeah, during the boom, bad handler Can we go check it out? I ain't never been in there, man, no one ain't No one been in there since the man died You wanna check it out? Yeah, I'll give you ten minutes Yeah, I wanna go check it out Take a couple pictures You take whatever you want Do whatever you want in there, I wouldn't go in You go hear me, don't break anything in there You hear me? Don't go breaking anything! Here, here goes another classic (here goes another classic) Yeah, let's take it back to Two turntables and a mic Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone It's God damn right That's the only way they're gonna hear you Fresher than fresh Yeah, yeah And yo, straight from the motherfucking field Everything I do is too real, too ill Said they want rap shit, gotta give 'em rap shit Run up in your city with that gritty boom bap shit Yell it to the world, never sleep on me I'm still tryna wake 'em up, it's a free coffee This is what you need, this is that tongue-in-cheek This is that one, two, three No Sesame Street, but the numbers speak, like, come on It's going down, I'm 'bout to free fall I hold it down like a fat kid on a seesaw I do it bigger than bigger, I do it big y'all I ain't a baller, but balls bigger than beach balls I'm locked and loaded this is pure survival Fuck fame, it killed my idols, Biggie and Michael And ain't nobody talking making any sense But people at the shows still sitting in the stands Yeah (get up, get up) I bet it all like Pro-Line I ran it through the goal line, and hit the fucking gold mine They try to leave me out to dry, hang 'em from the clothesline But watch me go with Showtime, that's why I pay 'em no mind Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right) We be busy rocking maybe you're asleep (damn right) Ain't nobody here ready to leave (damn right) So here we go (here we go) Come on, come on Two turntables and a mic Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone It's God damn right That's the only way they're gonna hear you Fresher than fresh Let me nibble on your nipple and tickle you 'til you giggle Baby, I keep it dirty since I was simple and little I scribble these riddles to spin your head like a swivel I talk my way out of pickles, you talkin' so superficial We know it, we know it, I keep it hardcore like parkour Luke against the dark lord like it's Star Wars I keep it sweating like Rick Ross, flip flops I took my life into my own hands like criss-cross Don't even try to correct me (you won't) Don't even try to understand and dissect me (move on) And keep your mouth shut, you're talking too recklessly I'm 'bout to cut your lifeline, like a vasectomy Successfully, I did this domestically Without any recipe and kept the integrity I'm better than I ever been, a legend and a gentleman Pumping like adrenaline, I'm pain relief like medicine Man, who bumped the damn turntable? I know you feeling good, but this could quickly turn fatal Don't ever stop the music when you rocking like this 'Cause you could lose a great thing like 2Pac in nine six Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right) We be busy rocking maybe you're asleep (damn right) Ain't nobody here ready to leave (damn right) So here we go (here we go) Come on, come on Two turntables and a mic Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone It's God damn right That's the only way they're gonna hear you Fresher than fresh Damn right Luke, where you at? Luke! Luke? What are you doing man? I guess their ten minutes is up