This ain't opposition,
I'm about to set it off
Have you go into the gym just to
work out my metaphors?
And I think you'll find so many
people got my back
I don't even need a spine,
you're nothing
And by the end of this track,
you're gonna be up on the floor
Em barrass opposition,
even blushing while I'm cussing
Bossing and spitting the written,
I epitomize disgust
Rap pers better recognize,
you couldn't see me if you had a pair of second eyes
Wait a second, I'm fillin' up my brain
So I can spit like a ch -ch -chicken, I
Work harder than half of these
MCs
I'm on a par with a half of these
MCs
I'm on a par with half of these
It's not better than half
of them off the cliff
I've got two fingers up in the air
So syrup in your ears,
I really don't care
Everywhere you go, I'll be there
I can make a rapper's dream
turn nightmare, yeah
Two fingers up in the air
So syrup in your ears,
I really don't care
Everywhere you go, I'll be there
I can make a rapper's dream turn nightmare,
yeah
No, I don't sell a six -pack,
but I got bottled, yeah
Gotta hit you full throttle, yeah
And when you're livin' in a place like
London
You're bound to be a tad
bit well knottled, yeah
But don't ever get it twisted,
I'm gifted a little
Bitch, my head's not all hair
And I've gotta be selfish
until I'm off the shelf
It's my time, you can just nod or stare
A lot of fake fans tryna tell lies on me
And my ex -girls tryna get
guys on me
Cause they know, when I do a show
It's two -pack death row for the punks,
all eyes on me
And I'm tryna reach dizzy heights
Where the energy heights
Where people can get
and I'm a bad boy
Rappers feelin' the shrizzle,
don't ever get entrizzled
Just because I've been in a couple of times,
blue ass
I've got two fingers up in the air
Toss your opinions,
I really don't care
Everywhere you go, I'll be there
I can make a rapper's dream turn like me,
yeah
Two fingers up in the air
Toss your opinions,
I really don't care
Everywhere you go, I'll be there
I can make a rapper's dream turn like me,
yeah
It's the
S .W .A.
Why they tryna do suede?
Cruisin' through like a crusade
Step on stage and hold
the mic like I'm busted
Feel like the craze,
pick up the demo like a ruster
Even if you put me in a pitch black hood,
you'll know I still find some ex cuses to diss you
That's right,
you rappers best to act right
Or you must want us to fall out,
addicted to the cat fright
Any concussion,
I'll leave them with concussion
Come fussing like I'm bushed
and you don't want nothing
I'm colder than
Steve
Austin, get complimented often
These other rappers couldn't
get plaits if they stopped brushing
I spit tighter than family cuddles
And I rock it like that so I turn
rappers into puddles
You see, if you wonder why I don't half care
I just laugh, yeah,
cause you sound like the last year
I've two fingers up in the air
Plus you're a pretty bitch,
I really don't care
Everywhere you go, I'll be there I could make
a rapper's dream turn like me, yeah
Don't give a fuck in the end
Toss your opinions,
I really don't care
Everywhere you go,
Two Fingers
