Whoo Ha!
Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
K-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier, on point like a pyramid
A forced to be reckoned with, **** with the best shi
Like the strongest manure, I'm ready when you are
This is it, I'm in the lab cooking up all day
**** 'em up all day like a nymph
I been **** since S curl wave
Trying to convince hoes I got good hair
Knowing damn well there's chemicals there
I'm in the hood with the 17 year-olds that's on hood patrol
And they want stripes, so they shoot off bikes
And you know any moment you can lose your life
So kiss your kids and hug your wife, and what not yo
But I ducked, then I stabbed him and came out the battle laughin'
That's a metaphor for any rapper who wants it
I smack 'em til their nose is running
You know the hoes is coming if I'm there
And the hoes is ****ing once we hit the hote
There's no assumptions
Do about 105 before your ass gets threw out the back seat
(There's a dead guy on the freeway)
Oh, It's not Dot? Tell the medics it's okay
A beast when the beat break
You probably think I'm shit like this the realest shit I wrot
But to me, it's a throw-away
I stare at the four walls and rap like I'm mad at God
Launch at Jay, matter fact, let me take that back
See I don't **** with real legends in rap like you d
I'm crucial, concealed by real crips and suwoo
And they shoot like photography students when beef gets to brewing
Is it real son? Is it really real son?
Is it really real son? Is it really real?
Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel
You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me
Every MC, I'm sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them
Come again, no introduction, you know my name
Soul brother, Dueces suck the juice from my ding-a-ling
Orangutan arms banging niggas like a se
Violence, I play it like violins in the orchestra
Like a verse I had way back before I had it mapped out
Rip a page out the Almanac then cross reference when I wreck shit
I wish jaw bone fractures on all of you rappers bumping your gums
Like the measles when the record meets the needle
Like I shot Larry Bird, follow my word
You need 54 cards, deal with it
You may think I'm killing it, but I'm healing it
Like a bitch in the club, Shoe gam
Ay yo yo, the flow potent
Mind-bending, co-existing with the written
Translation, I'm disgusting in action
A lyrical glutton busting over Sounwave productions
Y'all don't want nothing, The sum of all fears
Mercury rising, I'm summer all year
I sixteen 'em to death and wish them the best
I guess that's the gift and a curse, You see my pattering
Y'all still rapping like that's what's happening
I write rhymes with fire on stone tablets
Peep the malice, I'm a monster
Ya boy running like William Joseph Crawford
Is it real son? Is it really real son?
Is it really real son? Is it really real?
Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel
You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me
Every MC, I'm sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them
Straight up, Don't get ate up
Put rappers in quicksand, Dot leaned on 'em like kickstands
I'm so hot, kids put me in their iPod
Even atheists play my shit and say, "My God, Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, he's nice
Don't compare me to them, just compare me to Mike Jordan
When I record and the verse and the chorus is ill
You can land in lab of fortune when biting my skills, playa'
Watch I lay-up bar after bar like I'm trying to build a gate up
See me on the way up like an elevator, I'mma let you take the stares
That metaphor meaning I'm already there (Greatness)
I'm in the booth with an apron
Cooking up shit like Martha Stewart was my bitch, Ame
Stay on the curb like a ? day tan?
Blowing herb with my bitch Herb, **** what you niggas hear
We the new West Coast Wu Tang nigga and I'm the bes
Stay blessed, You can suck my dick
Who from the West can kill it like us? Give me their name
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:04.75]Whoo Ha!
[00:06.59]Backpack raps with gats in it
[00:07.94]Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
[00:09.80]K-Dot thoroughbred
[00:11.22]Move like a militant soldier, on point like a pyramid
[00:14.76]A forced to be reckoned with, **** with the best shi
[00:16.98]Like the strongest manure, I'm ready when you are
[00:19.65]This is it, I'm in the lab cooking up all day
[00:21.91]**** 'em up all day like a nymph
[00:24.22]I been **** since S curl wave
[00:25.74]Trying to convince hoes I got good hair
[00:27.43]Knowing damn well there's chemicals there
[00:29.55]I'm in the hood with the 17 year-olds that's on hood patrol
[00:32.30]And they want stripes, so they shoot off bikes
[00:34.48]And you know any moment you can lose your life
[00:36.72]So kiss your kids and hug your wife, and what not yo
[00:41.88]But I ducked, then I stabbed him and came out the battle laughin'
[00:44.31]That's a metaphor for any rapper who wants it
[00:46.99]I smack 'em til their nose is running
[00:48.76]You know the hoes is coming if I'm there
[00:50.59]And the hoes is ****ing once we hit the hote
[00:52.97]There's no assumptions
[00:57.07]Do about 105 before your ass gets threw out the back seat
[01:00.07](There's a dead guy on the freeway)
[01:01.81]Oh, It's not Dot? Tell the medics it's okay
[01:03.95]A beast when the beat break
[01:05.51]You probably think I'm shit like this the realest shit I wrot
[01:07.90]But to me, it's a throw-away
[01:09.31]I stare at the four walls and rap like I'm mad at God
[01:13.98]Launch at Jay, matter fact, let me take that back
[01:16.33]See I don't **** with real legends in rap like you d
[01:18.76]I'm crucial, concealed by real crips and suwoo
[01:21.16]And they shoot like photography students when beef gets to brewing
[01:23.98]Is it real son? Is it really real son?
[01:25.98]Is it really real son? Is it really real?
[01:28.26]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son
[01:30.67]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel
[01:33.72]You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me
[01:38.33]Every MC, I'm sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them
[01:43.24]Come again, no introduction, you know my name
[01:46.14]Soul brother, Dueces suck the juice from my ding-a-ling
[01:48.75]Orangutan arms banging niggas like a se
[01:54.10]Violence, I play it like violins in the orchestra
[01:58.23]Like a verse I had way back before I had it mapped out
[02:00.59]Rip a page out the Almanac then cross reference when I wreck shit
[02:03.76]I wish jaw bone fractures on all of you rappers bumping your gums
[02:06.55]Like the measles when the record meets the needle
[02:11.07]Like I shot Larry Bird, follow my word
[02:16.44]You need 54 cards, deal with it
[02:18.66]You may think I'm killing it, but I'm healing it
[02:20.82]Like a bitch in the club, Shoe gam
[02:23.34]Ay yo yo, the flow potent
[02:33.25]Mind-bending, co-existing with the written
[02:38.36]Translation, I'm disgusting in action
[02:40.38]A lyrical glutton busting over Sounwave productions
[02:43.24]Y'all don't want nothing, The sum of all fears
[02:45.83]Mercury rising, I'm summer all year
[02:48.07]I sixteen 'em to death and wish them the best
[02:50.61]I guess that's the gift and a curse, You see my pattering
[02:53.09]Y'all still rapping like that's what's happening
[02:55.46]I write rhymes with fire on stone tablets
[02:57.74]Peep the malice, I'm a monster
[03:00.09]Ya boy running like William Joseph Crawford
[03:03.31]Is it real son? Is it really real son?
[03:04.88]Is it really real son? Is it really real?
[03:07.54]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son
[03:09.79]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel
[03:12.58]You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me
[03:17.06]Every MC, I'm sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them
[03:22.34]Straight up, Don't get ate up
[03:24.20]Put rappers in quicksand, Dot leaned on 'em like kickstands
[03:26.90]I'm so hot, kids put me in their iPod
[03:29.44]Even atheists play my shit and say, "My God, Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, he's nice
[03:34.83]Don't compare me to them, just compare me to Mike Jordan
[03:37.59]When I record and the verse and the chorus is ill
[03:40.00]You can land in lab of fortune when biting my skills, playa'
[03:42.58]Watch I lay-up bar after bar like I'm trying to build a gate up
[03:46.33]See me on the way up like an elevator, I'mma let you take the stares
[03:49.67]That metaphor meaning I'm already there (Greatness)
[03:52.48]I'm in the booth with an apron
[03:54.21]Cooking up shit like Martha Stewart was my bitch, Ame
[03:56.69]Stay on the curb like a ? day tan?
[03:59.18]Blowing herb with my bitch Herb, **** what you niggas hear
[04:02.35]We the new West Coast Wu Tang nigga and I'm the bes
[04:04.80]Stay blessed, You can suck my dick
[04:06.71]Who from the West can kill it like us? Give me their name
Whoo Ha!
Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
K-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier, on point like a pyramid
A forced to be reckoned with, **** with the best shi
Like the strongest manure, I'm ready when you are
This is it, I'm in the lab cooking up all day
**** 'em up all day like a nymph
I been **** since S curl wave
Trying to convince hoes I got good hair
Knowing damn well there's chemicals there
I'm in the hood with the 17 year-olds that's on hood patrol
And they want stripes, so they shoot off bikes
And you know any moment you can lose your life
So kiss your kids and hug your wife, and what not yo
But I ducked, then I stabbed him and came out the battle laughin'
That's a metaphor for any rapper who wants it
I smack 'em til their nose is running
You know the hoes is coming if I'm there
And the hoes is ****ing once we hit the hote
There's no assumptions
Do about 105 before your ass gets threw out the back seat
(There's a dead guy on the freeway)
Oh, It's not Dot? Tell the medics it's okay
A beast when the beat break
You probably think I'm shit like this the realest shit I wrot
But to me, it's a throw-away
I stare at the four walls and rap like I'm mad at God
Launch at Jay, matter fact, let me take that back
See I don't **** with real legends in rap like you d
I'm crucial, concealed by real crips and suwoo
And they shoot like photography students when beef gets to brewing
Is it real son? Is it really real son?
Is it really real son? Is it really real?
Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel
You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me
Every MC, I'm sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them
Come again, no introduction, you know my name
Soul brother, Dueces suck the juice from my ding-a-ling
Orangutan arms banging niggas like a se
Violence, I play it like violins in the orchestra
Like a verse I had way back before I had it mapped out
Rip a page out the Almanac then cross reference when I wreck shit
I wish jaw bone fractures on all of you rappers bumping your gums
Like the measles when the record meets the needle
Like I shot Larry Bird, follow my word
You need 54 cards, deal with it
You may think I'm killing it, but I'm healing it
Like a bitch in the club, Shoe gam
Ay yo yo, the flow potent
Mind-bending, co-existing with the written
Translation, I'm disgusting in action
A lyrical glutton busting over Sounwave productions
Y'all don't want nothing, The sum of all fears
Mercury rising, I'm summer all year
I sixteen 'em to death and wish them the best
I guess that's the gift and a curse, You see my pattering
Y'all still rapping like that's what's happening
I write rhymes with fire on stone tablets
Peep the malice, I'm a monster
Ya boy running like William Joseph Crawford
Is it real son? Is it really real son?
Is it really real son? Is it really real?
Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel
You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me
Every MC, I'm sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them
Straight up, Don't get ate up
Put rappers in quicksand, Dot leaned on 'em like kickstands
I'm so hot, kids put me in their iPod
Even atheists play my shit and say, "My God, Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, he's nice
Don't compare me to them, just compare me to Mike Jordan
When I record and the verse and the chorus is ill
You can land in lab of fortune when biting my skills, playa'
Watch I lay-up bar after bar like I'm trying to build a gate up
See me on the way up like an elevator, I'mma let you take the stares
That metaphor meaning I'm already there (Greatness)
I'm in the booth with an apron
Cooking up shit like Martha Stewart was my bitch, Ame
Stay on the curb like a ? day tan?
Blowing herb with my bitch Herb, **** what you niggas hear
We the new West Coast Wu Tang nigga and I'm the bes
Stay blessed, You can suck my dick
Who from the West can kill it like us? Give me their name
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:04.75]Whoo Ha!
[00:06.59]Backpack raps with gats in it
[00:07.94]Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
[00:09.80]K-Dot thoroughbred
[00:11.22]Move like a militant soldier, on point like a pyramid
[00:14.76]A forced to be reckoned with, **** with the best shi
[00:16.98]Like the strongest manure, I'm ready when you are
[00:19.65]This is it, I'm in the lab cooking up all day
[00:21.91]**** 'em up all day like a nymph
[00:24.22]I been **** since S curl wave
[00:25.74]Trying to convince hoes I got good hair
[00:27.43]Knowing damn well there's chemicals there
[00:29.55]I'm in the hood with the 17 year-olds that's on hood patrol
[00:32.30]And they want stripes, so they shoot off bikes
[00:34.48]And you know any moment you can lose your life
[00:36.72]So kiss your kids and hug your wife, and what not yo
[00:41.88]But I ducked, then I stabbed him and came out the battle laughin'
[00:44.31]That's a metaphor for any rapper who wants it
[00:46.99]I smack 'em til their nose is running
[00:48.76]You know the hoes is coming if I'm there
[00:50.59]And the hoes is ****ing once we hit the hote
[00:52.97]There's no assumptions
[00:57.07]Do about 105 before your ass gets threw out the back seat
[01:00.07](There's a dead guy on the freeway)
[01:01.81]Oh, It's not Dot? Tell the medics it's okay
[01:03.95]A beast when the beat break
[01:05.51]You probably think I'm shit like this the realest shit I wrot
[01:07.90]But to me, it's a throw-away
[01:09.31]I stare at the four walls and rap like I'm mad at God
[01:13.98]Launch at Jay, matter fact, let me take that back
[01:16.33]See I don't **** with real legends in rap like you d
[01:18.76]I'm crucial, concealed by real crips and suwoo
[01:21.16]And they shoot like photography students when beef gets to brewing
[01:23.98]Is it real son? Is it really real son?
[01:25.98]Is it really real son? Is it really real?
[01:28.26]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son
[01:30.67]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel
[01:33.72]You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me
[01:38.33]Every MC, I'm sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them
[01:43.24]Come again, no introduction, you know my name
[01:46.14]Soul brother, Dueces suck the juice from my ding-a-ling
[01:48.75]Orangutan arms banging niggas like a se
[01:54.10]Violence, I play it like violins in the orchestra
[01:58.23]Like a verse I had way back before I had it mapped out
[02:00.59]Rip a page out the Almanac then cross reference when I wreck shit
[02:03.76]I wish jaw bone fractures on all of you rappers bumping your gums
[02:06.55]Like the measles when the record meets the needle
[02:11.07]Like I shot Larry Bird, follow my word
[02:16.44]You need 54 cards, deal with it
[02:18.66]You may think I'm killing it, but I'm healing it
[02:20.82]Like a bitch in the club, Shoe gam
[02:23.34]Ay yo yo, the flow potent
[02:33.25]Mind-bending, co-existing with the written
[02:38.36]Translation, I'm disgusting in action
[02:40.38]A lyrical glutton busting over Sounwave productions
[02:43.24]Y'all don't want nothing, The sum of all fears
[02:45.83]Mercury rising, I'm summer all year
[02:48.07]I sixteen 'em to death and wish them the best
[02:50.61]I guess that's the gift and a curse, You see my pattering
[02:53.09]Y'all still rapping like that's what's happening
[02:55.46]I write rhymes with fire on stone tablets
[02:57.74]Peep the malice, I'm a monster
[03:00.09]Ya boy running like William Joseph Crawford
[03:03.31]Is it real son? Is it really real son?
[03:04.88]Is it really real son? Is it really real?
[03:07.54]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son
[03:09.79]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel
[03:12.58]You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me
[03:17.06]Every MC, I'm sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them
[03:22.34]Straight up, Don't get ate up
[03:24.20]Put rappers in quicksand, Dot leaned on 'em like kickstands
[03:26.90]I'm so hot, kids put me in their iPod
[03:29.44]Even atheists play my shit and say, "My God, Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, he's nice
[03:34.83]Don't compare me to them, just compare me to Mike Jordan
[03:37.59]When I record and the verse and the chorus is ill
[03:40.00]You can land in lab of fortune when biting my skills, playa'
[03:42.58]Watch I lay-up bar after bar like I'm trying to build a gate up
[03:46.33]See me on the way up like an elevator, I'mma let you take the stares
[03:49.67]That metaphor meaning I'm already there (Greatness)
[03:52.48]I'm in the booth with an apron
[03:54.21]Cooking up shit like Martha Stewart was my bitch, Ame
[03:56.69]Stay on the curb like a ? day tan?
[03:59.18]Blowing herb with my bitch Herb, **** what you niggas hear
[04:02.35]We the new West Coast Wu Tang nigga and I'm the bes
[04:04.80]Stay blessed, You can suck my dick
[04:06.71]Who from the West can kill it like us? Give me their name
You’re a survival,survival
I think somebody lying
Smell somebody lying
I don’t see no fire
Off-white Sunseeker at the marina
F a Phantom, I like to bu...
Try say somethin' new it ain't nothin' new to say
Everythin' been did each and every which way
You ain't never seen it done like this you ain't never
...
Me and my niggas, took a little tri
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip, little sip
Took...
Part I
【Intro: Kodak Black】
Kodak Black, Oklama
Eckhart Tolle
And this is the big stepper
【Chorus: Kendrick Lamar】
I'm a killer, he's a killer, she's ...
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Kendrick Lamar,Drake,Janet Jackson - Poetic Justice from good kid, m.A.A.d city (Deluxe) -...
I can see the darkness in me and it’s quite amazing
Life and death is no mystery and I wanna taste it
Step inside of my mind and you’ll find curiosity...
Ain't no game,
I'm taking all you have
And you're gonna pay for it
And you're gonna pay for it
Oh, you'll never learn
I touch fire, little burn
This a...
"untitled 01 08.19.2014."
Come here, girl
Oh, you want me to touch you right there?
Oh, like a little lamb, play in your hair
Oh you want it? Oh you w...
(B***h, I'm way up here)
Can't hear what you're saying
Go on with all that hate
So it's f**k you, pay me, I said
(B***h, I'm way up here)
Can't hear w...