Lyrics:
Ch-ch-check me out (yeah)
I'm as real as it gets, no other brother in the world that can spit it like this
I'm as real as it gets
(Check me out yo,
renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been
at an advertising agency
Or at a record label
My goal, if I was going to do art, fine art
Would have been to become Picasso or greater
That always sounds so funny
these foos is something
Asking for the crowd to fund it
In the depths like i'm high off fungus
Wow they sound redundant
Im surrounded by the fronting but
the oil in me
Worth a lot it's royalty
Seeing me is owing me
Having this joy in me
Can't toy with me
I'm a black oiler see
Skin Black
That's the oil in me
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Well, shit, check it out
I done found out that's there a fine line between brilliant (uh-huh)
And bein' plum loco (oh fo' sho', hell yeah)
Get
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
ass the door
I got that brand new sound
Built it up from underground
Got that fire by the pound
So light the gas and hit the ground
Yo I got that brand
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
world, I can feel that
Baby I’m a broken boy, I broke my toys
I think you gon’ have to come and meet my boys
I don’t have regrets because I made that
increase
See me on your set, better check your circumference
Might end up on your back and not bein' responsive
I was forced to kill 'cause I want to live
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
insides melt in my adrenaline
Hey I'm pretty aight without a check in
I can be a toy the kind that made you smile when you were seven
It's okay if I'm a toy
disrespected me
When they see these 40 G's
I bet they start switching they energy
And wishing I'll bless them with the checks
That's getting sent to me
Like I
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all, New York City
Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight
The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world
The other night,
To one day get out of the bind that would kill me
Lock me inside and deny me my will
But I will not abide by the mind and it's villainy, freal when they
day
I believe in you
And your eight reindeer too
All around the world we do bring the toys for you
Leavin’ the North Pole behind (bye bye bye)
think that we're so cool
And make the others drool
Walking like a chameleon
Turn around and turn me on and make that sound you do so well 'cause
I'm not
this terror
Kill the virus that requires more desires
Fancy chains, fancy whips, different houses
Different bitch
I swear to me I hate this shit
Cracker
crazy there's another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by
of terror
You're his cross-bearer, so end his errors
Streaking lights, loud sounds, and instinct
Are the elements that keep me going
We are fighting
cartoons
And you ain't got no kids, let me ask you
If that's what you do in your spare time
Then fucking with me ain't a smart move
Kung Fu Panda, Toy Story,
To this day, Grandma 'fraid of what I might say
They gon' have to kill me Grandmama, I'm not they slave (Ha-ha-ha)
Check out the bizarre rappin' style
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