Verse 1: Metaphor the Great
I came up
Got my name up
So when they speak of who blinged up, I'm who they bring up
Come up dissing and you'll come up missing
I'm a cut-throat baller like OJ Simpson
Verse 2:
Little homie, listen
Try and serve me
I'll put a 25 in your back like Barry Bonds' jersey
On the streets or on the beats, ya'll ain't able
Because, dude, I sh** on rappers like major labels
What's with the ice grill homie?
Change your face
This heater'll do more than tan you, it'll change your race
Girls love Metaphor, and I love them back
I'm addicted to getting head - just call me the brainiac
Battle rap with words, raw like jihad
I write dope flow crack my notepad need rehab
f** ya'll CDs you can't see these or touch these
Rhymes so chronic my songs give you the munchies