Fresh
from
London,
Paris,
Germany
It's your
O .J., international hoes
Bonsoir, motherfuckers
We back,
as if we ever left this bitch untied
It's worldwide,
still just blazin' this shit up
Every place I visit, I got land there
How could niggas stand there
and say I sound like them?
Hell no, push
Riggs back, push
Bentley, drop this yellow
Star ted from the elbow,
nigga, from the get -go
No, not the
Geico, ain't nothin' accidental
Just the facts that I've been through
Perhaps if you was into half of
the shit I've been through
Thought I'd make your pen move,
your mind would open, your heart would bleed
In stead, y 'all niggas blow,
oh, so retarded me
You sound retarded to me
How could you stand there,
pants there, down to your ass?
You won't spar with me,
I'll put you down in the grass
It's the
God
MC,
Young
V -I -T -O
Youngin' you are my e -hoes,
my sun doula
I clean the cesspool up , rap stinks
You cats are the sphinx
You cut off your nose
to spite your face
Bet you like it that way, don't ya?
Don't you know?
When you're defeated, young punk
Won't you throw,
won't you throw in the towel?
Stop runnin' your mouth
Don't you know that we know you
just runnin' your mouth?
Cause when this shit pops off,
y 'all gon' run to your house
Don't you know?
When you defeat a young punk, won't you throw,
won't you throw in the towel?
I'm better with vowels,
my vocabulary murders the dictionary
Flow switches every 16, shit mean, man
Shit, I'm heavy in the game,
I ain't worried about a thing
Last man standing, blam,
blam in the cannon
48 hours, it's
Reggie
Hammond or
Kobe
Nick
Noti, my demeanor is humpy bogey,
baby
I'm comfy cozy,
my spot is solidified
Rockabye, baby, I'll sing you a lullaby
High
Illamop,
BK to
Philadelphia
Niggas feelin' high,
Rillamop, shit
I carry two turrets, niggas they call me
Gemini
Though my birthday is one
day before
December 5
It's
S.
Carter the archer,
I throw darts at your arrows
Do your apparel, I will dearly depart ya
It's clearly hard for you, but
God has bestowed on me
You're not as draw as me, nigga
Nigga, I'm poetry and four
-part harmonies like
Jodeci
Check out my melody,
my flow is a felony, oh
I'm so 70's,
I'm in tune with the heavenly governing body
Check, check, check out my destiny
I walk leaving four footprints
My hood sense, my book, smarts, my faith
But an unknown and a good heart
What's seldom shown is the good part
Like I said, try to bring them life
but they want death
You won't listen
Hope is a nice guy but don't listen
Now to piss him off quick,
you won't listen
Don't you know,
when you're defeated young punk?
Won't you throw,
won't you throw in the towel?
Stop running your mouth
Don't you know that we know
you just runnin' your mouth
Cause when this shit pops off,
you gon' run in your house
Don't you know,
when you defeat a young punk
Won't you go,
won't you throw in a towel
I'm better with vowels,
my vocabulary
Murder's the dictionary,
flow switches every 16
Shit mean, man
Come on, man
Come on, man
Come on, man
Woo!
Come on, man
C'mon!
