On the real, I freak techniques and beats in my sleep
The mack back in action show skills when I speak
Watch my - leak when I bring it to your face
I still corner dimes, but in the nine I`m on a paper chase
Glass rocks, mega tops, Tims on your block
Holding heat like crock pots and keeping g`s in my socks
(So, what`s up, hopps?)
I got to keep it tight like seams
`Cause ain`t no fiends
Coming in between me and my dreams
See what I mean, black?
I keep it real like that
F a word is bond
I need stocks and bonds from these ill raps
Rappers won`t see me with contacts, friend
So, please act you`ve got a Siamese twin and think again
`Cause in the end I start off with flavor
Next to bless your chest with freestyle fantasia
Smooth behavior
Seeing rappers as illusions
Meaning they disappear but I`m hear to keep you moving
chorus:
Everybody, move ya body!
Everybody, move ya body!
Everybody, move ya body!
I don`t think twice, kid
You know I bring it to ya live
(repeat)
See, I don`t get writer`s block
Yo, I block other writers
And there`s been nights I had to wear sniper attire for biters
Don`t make that same mistake and get scarred, retard
I see that tape you listening to got you thinking that you hard
But dig this...
Cut your hair and get your name on your stomach
I still find ways to make your whole rap career plummet
Maintain
I steal mics out of the frame
But now people think they know me `cause they know my real name
While I stay same
Doing shows and tours
Somewhere in a phat crib(?) playing Sega in the dashboard
Styles of sword(?) and flowing steadily
Trapping MCs in mazes forever like Frankie Beverly
You know the steeze
I`m bringing beats to they knees
Holacausting MCs and sees some g`s before I breath
That`s how it be
It`s no doubt that I
Got to bring it to your chest as I bring it to ya live
chorus
So, from this point on until the day that they bury me
I`ll still be on a hunt trying to snatch this currency
Putting my peeps on while friends turn fake
They get pissed thinking I be in Switzerland checking some real estate
Dropping LPs every year
Somewhere in a mansion with a butler named Vincent Jeffrey Belvadere
I`m rare
But, rappers ain`t trying to hear
The reason why their girl freestyled her number in my ear
It`s my year, son, and I ain`t trying to slip
I`m trying to collect props and get not(?) to stretch money clips
Honey-dips
I keep `em on like low end
So, f five-o
Illegal, so we don`t got to go there
It`s so unfair
How I do wack crews shady
They want to be next up
Their style sucks like a new baby
They can`t faze me
Mics and man fusion
Beats I keep bruising
Do your thing and keep moving
chorus
(repeat twice)
