[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
ARAB SALUTE MY BROTHER
[Verse 1]
You can shoot at me but you can't k** my f**in soul
Absolutely, I'm gruesomely rippin' these beats I know
Grew immunity from spittin' brutally writtens although
Still considered a looney like bugs b with the tunes that I control
Young but I keep it ohhhhhh
So, old school, Fo'sho
Who you know?
Can kick it like this since you heard a Tribe Called Quest flow
Impishly streamin' a sea of wicked deliveries
I AM SO HIP-HOP, can't ya see I study this religiously
I cause a ruckus while servin' the beat justice
Destructive like the incredible hulk on a sweet substance
Defeatin' deadbeat bluffin, conceited and cheatin f**-men
I plead an MC to proceed to squeeze my bu*tons
All I do is hippity hop till the beat stop
Peeps was waiting for the drop like I'm detox
I rap tighter than the clothes that these MC's got
I punch these lines to your mind, that's a healthy cheap shot
Can I bus a rhyme and cause a disaster?
You bet your a** my notepad'll be the answer
Call me if these rappers wanna step up they game like a dancer
Yo
I heard they all wanna be friends, do I look like chandler?
sh**
I'ma roll up to your joint and smoke whoever in it
I ain't talking Mary Jane superman better save ya by the minute
Leavin your dreams crushed wrecked diminished
I'm forever a misfit livin till I'm out of business
sh** talkers keep talking, I ain't gotta intervene
All I be doing is screaming f** you like I'm Cee-Lo Green
Cause at the end of the day, I got my homer flow
Meaning that I'm all about my doh, now you know
Let's go
[Chorus]
Dumb it down for what?
There ain't no such thing as rhyming too much
Ain't gon stop
Like escaping or being on the run
You bout to join me on a journey, it has begun
I'm on a mission
A mission mission
Give your attention
You better listen
Listen
I ain't kidding
They told me if I wanted to bring back the old school
I needed to be like tom cruise
It's Mission Impossible
[Verse 2]
Pain up all in my blueprint
Red-handed with sk**s I'm distributing
Mind's telling me to “GO” like green lights
Hip-Hops first aid kid, healing these purple bruises
Pursuing the pursuit of reputing my movement
But looking for a solution
Lock em with raw bars, sorta like execution
I got 99 problems so I call up Houston
I whack a wack rapper, holdin back the laughter
And see his face shatter like a hostage in Iraq captured
Dare him to say the word “swag or swagger”
Then I'll have ta
Jab and Splatter
His face with a motherf**in' dagger
I'ma rapping raptor that reacts rapture with anger
OHHHHH
If I ain't close to being on your top 10
My friend
You better KNOW
That this sh** just ain't a hobby anymo'
I'm hungry but feeding my family is
First and foremost
My aim is to maintain an insane reign of dismay that sprays over inane brains
Yet I remain strained to sustain a way of displayin' a humane change to amaze
I know my visions gon get me on the road to riches
I'm beyond ambitious, make em think that it's too fictitious
Had a dream that I met BIG & Pac, then asked for permission
If I could exhibit a mission to send b**h musicians missin'
I used to trip about not getting recognition
But then I figured, it's all about competition
So I
Put my life in these compositions
And steady elevate my position
By following old traditions
Do you feel it?
[Outro]
I'm on a mission
A mission mission
Give your attention
You better listen
Listen
I ain't kidding
I told em that I'm bringing back thee old school
Don't need to be like tom cruise
It ain't Mission Impossible