[Intro]:
Yeah, yeah. Ladies and gentlemen. We got Reef The Lost Cauze and Eyego/Direct in the house tonight. They'd like to play one of their new tunes. It's pretty funky
[Verse One]:
Yo, I punch n***as in the face for livin', disgrace the system
Counterparts wilin' 'til we state prison
Used to tape Prism for videos of hockey games
Spittin' in the mirror, no lie, I used to copy Kane
This not be game, this is real life
Spittin' since '89 motherf**er, I'm still nice
Yellow pad, black pen, I still write
I always said y'all couldn't make albums, I'm still right
I'm live action, you movin' still like
Quick as a cat k** mice I crush steel mics
That makes me Superman homie
So I murder you, you, you and your stupid a** homie
Line 'em up
Anyone who want to see the man
Don't slap me five, I'll f** around and eat your hand
I'm gon' ruin your life, you're gon' give me a hand
I don't even rhyme I just came here to see the band
[Hook]:
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
I've been nice since I was on a big wheel
I'm Reef The Lost Cauze, I'm kind of a big deal
Spit straight from the heart, you know this sh**'s real
So what you rhyme homie, big deal
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
[Verse Two]:
I get trapped in between the lines
Just cause I rap don't mean you won't get clapped between the eyes
You think you nice, I'm actually surprised
You a tranny understand me, not naturally a guy
I got the trashiest mind and get nasty as swine
Koch is the label of what they asked me to sign
I want the f**in' paper
You sharp as some scissors they used to use to cut construction paper
Since kindergarten
I've been retarded
Literally
Look at this sh** you started!
Damn that was wrong of me
Motherf**ers can not name one wack song from me
And if they can't they don't know good music
It ain't real to me unless the hood approves it
So keep a quiet tongue, before I fire guns
Like blaaow!
[Hook]:
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
I've been nice since I was on a big wheel
I'm Reef The Lost Cauze, I'm sort of a big deal
Spit straight from the heart, you know this sh**'s real
So what you rhyme homie, big deal
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
[Verse Three]:
Try to spar with me your mind will melt
They used to praise Jesus and whip slaves
That's why they call they self the Bible Belt
I started my own label, just to sign myself
I'm always sayin' I'm the illest just to remind myself
He's major cake, three layers
You just a motherf**in' fall guy, Lee Majors
I was the kid in the cla** who would always eat paper
I spit darts, you a big prick, cheap razor
I'm the illest in the game, the east savior
Any rhyme bout, no doubt, Sharif favored
And if not, you better check those odds
I be right at your door, you better check those logs
No new tricks, I don't respect those dogs
I pull up pipes on you, like we 'bout to check for clogs
If we can't make payroll
We stickin' up white boys at St. Joe's, let's go Hawks!
[Hook]:
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
I've been nice since I was on a big wheel
I'm Reef The Lost Cauze, I'm sort of a big deal
Spit straight from the heart, you know this sh**'s real
So what you rhyme homie, big deal
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?
How ya feel about it?