This for the hip-hop heads, yeah?
I guess
Let me get back into it
Guess who's bizack?
Back to take over the globe
It's the Blueprint, true
But not Hov
They spent too much time in them Holes, they Zeros
It must be hard growing up and you look and no heroes
Momma Loves Me, I guess that's enough
At this point, it's above me
But don't call my bluff
Don't rush
Said I'll Never Change
Things got hot, I done seen a lot
Ain't No Love in the City
That's why I left The Block
Promise til' it's no more left, you get the real me
Gotta do whatever is right, even if it kills me
Gotta rap it day or night, I learned from Eazy-E
Straight Off the Streetz but no white
It wasn't wasn't Eazy-G
Breaking out my kung-fu rhymes, I'm combustible
Like a heatstroke, but still found time to breathe comfortable
Come for me, miss both times
I'm untouchable
But you touch me, get popped two times
Like Mr. Huxtable
Ooo you better sing that thing girl
Alright, I'mma get back into it
Guess who's bizack?
I'm rapping like it's Christmas, man
My presence is the breadth that I span
I used to dream about the stage with a mic in my hand
And I bet they hear me now like the Verizon man
I mean
Gary told me be a star
So I got no choice to shine
Knew that I'd be the man
I told my mom in '99
They was playing Yu-Gi-Oh, Beyblades, and Pokemon
While I was in the field
Making calls like a telethon (Hello?)
At this point I'm in my bag
I had to Diddy Bop
Writing this on Juneteenth
Let the glizzys pop
Cut the fro, back to the waves
I had to drop the top
Only God Knows Why I spit
Like Kid Rock
Never make a threat
Unless you sure you can back it up
Came to knock me off the crown?
Yeah, they acting up
I can hear the salt in your rhymes
Homie that's Dead Sea
Put my whole foot in this track
Like Granny recipe
