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lyrics

Intro:

I been nasty with this pen
ever since the age of ten
I'ma show you how I am
soon as Stress bring this beat in


Verse 1:

I'm a rap phenomenon, Ray Charles Robinson on heron
musical genius, needle up in my arm
writing these bomb lyrics harm whoever step on these landmines
limbs Timbs flying like airlines
so put your seat back, cut the beat on cause I'm killin' that
these rappers softer than a pussy that's Brazillian waxed
people outside the 215 think we're weird
a city full of thugs pulling guns out their beard
and they quick to put the Ruger to your mellon champ
but life goes on John Cougar Mellencamp
said it best I'm a fresh definition
tryna serve the rest but there's too many chefs in the kitchen
cause right now hip hop is in a slump
we need to bring the fun back, where's Humpty Hump?
I'd rather have MC Hammer on this mic dancing
he was way more entertaining then these wack rappers ranting


Hook:

Don't be offended that's just my opinion
written in stone, zoned out to the rhythm
I'm the man up in this piece this year
I run shit around here, you just live here
and even if I could yo I wouldn't stop
cause I'm addicted to this lifestyle of Hip Hop
it's in my vein you can hear it flow through my arm
and I need it like a junkie need heron


Verse 2:

I spit the, hideous, grittiest, flow that's gruesome
having dudes wildin' gouging out their eye like Houston
I come across humble but I'm far from a sucka
you come on stage you best be ready to rumble like Michael Buffer
I write tougher, always relinquish another style
while you carrying that extinguished torch another mile
when this hip hop shit is illegal and they abolish it
I rep it hard I should be listed in the acknowledgments
as one of the illest in conversations 'bout who was great
dudes analyze my music like the Zapruder tape
an unsolved mystery just like that Bermuda shape
I drive you insane, and cause you to self mutilate
I fumigate, airing these rappers out for practice
with a flow hotter than dog shit and stronger than cat piss
my first date I got to 3rd Bass without the Cactus Album
bent her over and started batting a thousand

Hook:

Don't be offended that's just my opinion
written in stone, zoned out to the rhythm
I'm the man up in this piece this year
I run shit around here, you just live here
and even if I could yo I wouldn't stop
cause I'm addicted to this lifestyle of Hip Hop
it's in my vein you can hear it flow through my arm
and I need it like a junkie need heron

Verse 3:

The way I come up on stage smiling and struttin'
you would think Steve Harvey just gave me an introduction
ran down my credentials and gave me a mic stand and instrumental
this ain't Barbara Streisand in Yentl
it's hardcore hip hop at it's finest
I never tell you the years cause the music's timeless
on stage you can tell I'm a polished professional
in the booth a spill truth like I'm up in confessional
yo I'm not a backpacker I replaced it brother
got a mic in one hand, a briefcase in the other
tell aspiring rappers to stay a fan, give it up
cause it's a thankless job and the dental plan sucks
you really gotta love it sacrifice and hustle hard
maybe press up your CD's on your credit card
don't quit your day job, your shits a hot mess
I might like it alot more if you played it alot less

Hook:

Don't be offended that's just my opinion
written in stone, zoned out to the rhythm
I'm the man up in this piece this year
I run shit around here, you just live here
and even if I could yo I wouldn't stop
cause I'm addicted to this lifestyle of Hip Hop
it's in my vein you can hear it flow through my arm
and I need it like a junkie need heron

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from The Bangologist, released January 1, 2012
Written by Side Effect
Produced by Stress the White Boy

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