Charles Hamilton - I'm Moody (Rox) lyrics

[Verse 1] Oh! Time to front like pause King of the boards The high you want, I'm on Long gone, I stunt like John Cho, oh! Punch my clock and it's out the factory Middle finger out to the faculty Thank you for doubting what I have in me Admiration from cla**mates Cash I'm making, no salary I'm that advanced, I could never be retarded The youngest celebrity in the treasury department Frappachino rappin' havin c-notes in his p-coat And the c on a beanie Peep the seagull So ahead of my time you askin' “Where did he go?” Pyooom! Laser from a loser Sayin' a 16, it's a taser that'll phase you from the future Street vernacular, phrase ya from the sewer If you can't play her, sue her I'ma do her! [Hook] I don't know what you heard about me But ain't nothin' urban bout me So go on, spread the word about me The Harlem mosh pitter is back! Add it up: The beat just (Rocks!) The flow just (Rocks!) My aditude (Rocks!) My life just (Rocks!) You don't like it, kick (Rocks!) You don't like it, kick (Rocks!) Cause this (Rocks!) [Verse 2] Skatin' barefooted at my Gramma's Thinkin' of Grammy's, bad b**hes, and paparazzi cameras Till I fall down like Donnie McLurkin I was probably hurt, but now the mommies is flirtin Gotta be certain Obviously blurtin' the obvious is not workin'… So I suddenly say “Get the f** out my face!” Cause I do what I want, and I'm stuck in my ways Rub me the way you know is right, aight? You know I'm bright, I'm close to nice But mean when I'm focused! I shine on songs with my solo mic When I'm on your broad, I leave her polo white And I ain't stoppin' for no one So popular, my God, I just swallowed my own cum No h*mo Now I see why the ladies can't get enough And if they spit it up, then they just kiddin' [Hook] I don't know what you heard about me But ain't nothin' urban bout me So go on, spread the word about me The Harlem mosh pitter is back! Add it up: The beat just (Rocks!) The flow just (Rocks!) My aditude (Rocks!) My life just (Rocks!) You don't like it, kick (Rocks!) You don't like it, kick (Rocks!) Cause this (Rocks!) [Verse 3] Hustlers, gangstas, rastas, rockers Mobsters, doctors, cops and robbers Do what you have to do to grab for the loot If you absolutely have to shoot, then pack up the deuce And go Yabba Dabba Doo Yabba Dabba Doo Yabba Dabba Doo Yabba Dabba Doo Yabba Dabba Doo Yabba Dabba Doo Yabba Dabba Doo Yabba Dabba Doo Girls, women, b**hes, hoes Ladies, kittens, chickens, ohs I gather you would rather do the rapper abusin' the track But if I act as if I have no clue then catch an attitude, like (whoo!) Then bring it like Yabba Dabba Doo Yabba Dabba Doo Yabba Dabba Doo Yabba Dabba Doo [Hook] I don't know what you heard about me But ain't nothin' urban bout me So go on, spread the word about me The Harlem mosh pitter is back! Add it up: The beat just (Rocks!) The flow just (Rocks!) My aditude (Rocks!) My life just (Rocks!) You don't like it, kick (Rocks!) You don't like it, kick (Rocks!) Cause this (Rocks!)