Yeah, the name of this joint right here is "I'm Not a Rapper"
So, don't ask me to freestyle, cause my style ain't free
You pig
Chk-chu
Bless you, kazuntite
Let me clear my throat, that's all you wrote?
Ya pen is cold, the ink flows from a ballpoint
You ain't got a sure grip, Soul Train
Roscoe P. Coltrane, it's Hazard, Duke
Shook, scared to look when I shoot game
My Park Brothers ego's quick
Tick, tick, and boom! Blow up they spot
I sell d**h, so I guess I'm cursed
But my fam is eating, so what's worse?
Let 'em starve, or sacrifice, Dead Man Walking
I hear you talking but you can't fit my Timbs
I ain't a freestyler, I'm a writer
I need to get paid for my sh**
Yo, I'm not a rapper, I'm a lyricist
You keep freestyling on 106, I'm a keep getting dough on East 1-5th
A fist full of dollars, sipping Henny with a b**h
Poetic when I spit it, I think fifteen times before I write it
I'm a hip hop recording artist
Yo, so what it ain't written?
You still smitten with my style, unorthodox, wild
You freestyling? Just rhyming? Is you receiving a cheque?
Oh, you just do this for rep, you ain't getting no plaques
Ask Supernatural, ya easy flow could be found in The Source
You make people laugh
, you should be a comedian
You make everybody so happy, Def Jam Comedy champion
I call you Re-Run, a sit-com in syndication
I turn ya station, cause I seen ya show before
Off-Broadway play, ya style ain't grow up yet to join the big show
You spit too salty, I spray tracks with pepper
Haha, The Joker, poke ya with a hot poker
Brand polka dots on ya grill, get the charcoil
I'm roasted to snap up, a bunch of rappers that took the bait
Hook, line and sinker, you stinker
I turn fans, into the Spectacular Spider-Man
Have 'em all climbing the walls, Green Goblins
Bunch of mad scientists, the motion of my wrist traps you flies in my web
Spin the barrel, co*k the hammer, pull the trigger
What is we playing, you figure?
If it's war, I'm in the trenches
Rocking war paint, disguise my face, I'm The Saint
Surprise, I splash Ajax in the eyes of wiseguys