Yo,
get out your pens and pads,
get out your pads and pans
Guitars, keyboards,
A -tracks, and your mandolins
It's real music,
real business that we handlin'
Bout to bring the real shit back,
so stop the panic, and
Go catch your folks on it,
and put your folks on it
Pushin' my
Nissan, but still payin' notes on it
It ain't a classic till that nigga
Tatum spoke on it
Holy
Grail shit, call the
Vatican and
Pope on it
Without immaculate flows,
making the fans cuckoo
Smacking my hoes,
leaving them bamboozled
I'm not a teacher, just a grand pupil
A pit bull walking hard and talking
shit over these damn poodles
This ain't outspoken,
there's no way y could be outspoken
As long as
Tay is on the mic and
Knife is mouth -holding
It's niggas from the
South blowing
The head doctor got your spouse
choking with her mouth open
Get it right, bitches
So all hail
Bahama, who better than me?
Justice
League,
Justice
League
Microphone
Phenomenal
Partain,
Five -Nine,
China
Style
So all hail
Bahama,
So
Shawndona,
Shawndona
So all
Bahama, who me?
Microphone
Phenomenal
Let's get it on, niggas
They thought they
could hang with us
They're bad, just a pain to us
We train the flush
Out the weak links, that's chain to us
Real cats can't af ford to give slack
We battle back, now the league's
in search of the ring
Championship watches do our thing
Made for
TV af ter school specials
In prime time, the latest talk shows
Now every broad knows,
and every squad goes
To all of our shows
It's so beautiful, and that's the usual
Heavy rotation,
played on every radio station
U .S. nation,
even here it would be vacation
It's so plain to see, it's so plain to me
This is not what I do, this is who I must be
And it's not just me cause its just we
Hip hop has the torch now raps comfortably
I ain't full force but i could smell
your feminine fragrance
So foul, rappin' star,
they callin' me flagrant
Bein' top dog is my duty,
and I agree with
Teddy
Riley
When you on the mic, I see booty, all your
TV times after me
Why would I need
B &G when I got hits on the street?
Fuck who I offend when I say this?
Cause your name showed up first
with an asterisk on
Wendy
Williams' gay list
You're so wack, I can't stand it
Your rap book is holdin'
on to more junk than
Fred
D.
Sanford
You nicer than me?
Nigga, please
You can battle like a samurai
and still take an
L in
Japanese
If my name's in your mouth,
every time the wind blows
I torch your
Microsoft ass out of 98 windows
Talk talk niggas be scared on the low
Every time I come around
they speak in binary codes
Got them wishin' all day
that I disappear
Cause I keep startin' new
shit like freshman year
I'm about to climb the charts like,
pardon me, dawgs
I keep motherfucker
s jumpin' like lottery balls