[Prod. Phoniks]
[Verse 1: Awon]
It's that DJ Mister Magic
With Whodini on it
I be the MTA with graffiti on it
I'm the souls of fallen kings
And your being haunted
With a that tough guy talk
You don't even want it
Because I spaz on you s**ers
Like I'm Carmello
They soft on the inside
Their heart is all jello
I feed ya brod Honey Nut Cheerios
For breakfast
I'm the illest n***a alive
Who won't rock a necklace
I heard it through the grapevine
That they talking reckless
And after Love Supersedes
I never saw the exit
And I'm the freshest
n***a never forget it
White tees and blue jeans
No labels I make me money mang
Gourmet flows
I make me hungry
What you want
I cook up these rhymes in a wok
Like it's rock
And all these muthaf**as
Trying to jock
And everybody trying to be the Awon
Of they block
But they not
And matter fact they not luke warm
How you gonna be taking over
Only got two songs?
How you gonna be the man
With ladies boots on?
I don't want whack tape
I ain't trying to support
You they type to get a deal
That my n***as will extort
Or the type to get in a fight
And take a n***a to court
Coke you snort
Eating pork
Blind mind living savage
At best n***as is average
I came to crack your cabbage
[Hook]
See I been doing this for years
See I been doing this for years
See I been doing this for years
[Verse 2: Awon]
Who want it I got it
I'm the verbalizer
Davinci with that loud
I'm the verbalizer
Intercourse for your ears
I'm the fertilizer
In the building with beers
Quench your thirst provide a n***a
It's that ill flow
Your favorite rapper is a dil*o
Styles n***as k** fo'
No frill machismo
Stroke my own ego
So don't jock
Got your b**h taking face shots
I'm Botox
Gimme some more props
God blessed this throat box
Spitting that Blue Print Cleanse
Mind detox
Cause hype k**s
Despite real head no Reeboks
Vintage everything lil n***a
No G shock
I'm dopeness
Buenos Noches
Mics in comatose
100 percent pure
Reverse osmosis
On the terrorist watch list
I'm so explosive
Sometimes I find myself
On my own dick
Master hating
Cause Django got the gun
Bang on em watch em run
The cowboy in the sun set
I never sweat
These lames get to thinking
They think I dissed em now
Wait Till I get to drinking
Beard game Lincoln
Spliffs stay stinking
Chains is for slaves
But the wrist stay blinging
Matte black rubber
Bad mother brother
Super lover smother
Emcees in whale blubber
I raps too fat for s**ers
Sweet smucker pucker upper
To the boss type soft motherf**ers
Busters
And I ain't talking bout rhymes
For your mind one time
Jamming like a tech nine
[Hook]