[Hook] (4x)
Throw it out the window
No evidence
It's all about knowledge
Body-countin dead presidents
[Intro] (2x)
Throw it out the window (no evidence, no evidence, no evidence)
Throw it out the window (no evidence, it's all about knowledge
Dead presidents)
[Intro 2] (4x0
Feel what I'm talking 'bout
Keep up with my mind
Keep up with my mind
[Verse 1]
It's the mack daddy, mister player, coming through with three
Raider Klan n***as that be putting on with them
Slim Jim baby I'm a skinny n***a too
Jim is the bank, lifting cash is the weight too
Tunnel after tunnel walking finding destiny
I'm a child with the mild, spicy recipe
Back in '98 had the gold frame locs hated
Elementary school to me was a joke
Provoked, subject to influence by the ring leader
Make a run with my bat like Derek Jeter
Reaper black hoodie, looking like a fly creeper
Mystical ba** vibrating like a beeper
Off in your ear don't fear baby here
Put your hand in my hand, and get up out of here
I'm weird, it ain't hard to see yeah I know it
My mind is hella freak and I ain't scared to show it
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Audition politician you would never ever get in
f*ggot a** hypebeasts will never ever fit in
Get it, how you f**ing live like a rebel
Power over basic minds, you just a pebble
Treble, turned up perfect with the ba**
Listen to the weight it blows right through your face
Win, now I shall begin
Start a raging storm with the Phonk from within
Again and again, this is how we do it
Not Montell Jordan, Muney Jordan Luther stupid
I do this, for my Raider n***as who've been through it
f**ing with these b**hes, stay away from the cutest
Who this calling on my phone? Miss Jones
A sa**y college teacher that I met who love to bone
I'm grown, f** a friend I'd rather be alone
I'm better off having an orgy waking up with shones
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
One last verse
And I won't try to curse
Let me maintain
My brain
f** it I just got worse
I need to be deep just because I am a
Walking rapping drugged poisonous dillema
I'm like dinner when I be all up in her stomach
The lyrical disease made you bleed then vomit
Atomic ba** zooming in like Sonic
Up in Seattle, too phonkey like chronic
Bang bang bang, pop pop, [?]
I'm all about decession and profession, f** a cop
I'm not a fake thug cause they be lollipops
[?] still get f**ed while they make their cherry pop
Stop the bullsh**, faking up the Phonk
Gorillas in my city, they be stinking in the trunk
Drunk, off Hennessy is a [?]
Living life to the fullest, you will die before you blink
[Hook]
Throw it out the window, no evidence
It's all about knowledge body counting dead presidents (4x)