Conrad Jenkins - C Wiig, The Dude Freestyle lyrics

[Verse: CONNOR] They all wanting in the tribe but somehow hate Phife All wanna ball but somehow hate Mike I be hearing all the sh** you be sending on grapevines And if we talking cheffin' I already baked twice Appetite of a Great White Atlantic Rapping for the pa**ion out in Jackson Janet Repelling leeches and maggots like the back of a magnet So we turn the music up then it goes down like the Titanic Influential when I pa** They like, “Who dat?” Not the type to drive to Coop fast or shoot gats Matter fact When you shoot the gat There's a bang flag Now I'm posted in my habitat And I never slack with raps You worried about this tit-for-tat We over here and learning fast Rattle off my chest and cap You're 43, you finish last Yeah, and now we in the sky Oh so high like we flying in a Quidditch match Better throw away ya scribble pad Cause Connor sips it and then he pivots Leaving divots You'll get crippled fast So I sit back and spark a joint or two Just to better grasp my point of view Need a chick who moves Call it Lucy Liu Pulled my groin just running through I'm that dude on my P's and Q's Cross my T's and dot my I's You are Dana Carvey You're a master of disguise Call the P.I. just like Vertigo And my praises going vertical Cause the pages of story full like the oracle And this rap is art so give thanks for this masterpiece I'm drawing you