Rocket Science - Aretha Franklin lyrics

Verse 1: Ra DuKe I do believe I am the best to ever spit game/ I do admit the way I dress and act's a bit lame/ but either way I get your girl to yell out my name/ in my bed or at my show going insane/ I do believe I got swag/ yuh, got your girl on my gonads/ yuh, but you ain't gotta get mad/ You shouldn't be jealous cuz I got it like that no/ album on the shelf/ bringing in wealth, I should be proud of myself/ all this cash must be bad for my health/ cuz I'm making more dough than a keebler elf/ like a young Pacino / doper than any other young rappers that we know/ f** caviar, eating pizza at Nino's/ with my Gambino t-shirt sipping a frappuchino Verse 2: Ra Duke Why am I so underrated/ being treated like Babe Ruth before he was traded/ hated, and now the problems escalated/ because I'm trying to be the best ever, but their judgment's jaded/ I'm acting quite like Jayden/ young kid taking over the the game, I just weighed in/ all the haters stand in the ring just waiting/ but in this mortal kombat I'm god, f** Raiden/ hi, I'd now like to make my statement/ since I hit the pavement, I made y'all look like lame men/ in lamens, y'all are just hating/ if you didn't think I'd come out, y'all shoulda stayed in/ you already started fading/ soon to be thing of the past, call waiting/ I'm making a name for myself, talking with made men/ because they loving every thing that I'm creating/ I guess I came up wrong Verse 3: Ra DuKe Looks can be deceiving Betty White/ I know this rapper named Marc, bet he white/ but then they hear me on a track, u said he white?/ how does he keep his flow virgin, very tight/ oh sh**, you said u heard me on the freshman fight/ oh sh**, u wanna make fun of my freshman height/ you're at my show thinking u won't be impressed tonight/ but then you leave thinking that you saw the best tonight/ the white kid out of place, but he winning the race/ no one believed he could do it now he rocking the place/ opened your mouth to talk sh**, now there's sh** on your face/ Here let me wipe it off for ya/ I'm on the come up, making rappers look like chopped liver/ going Sheen, winner winner chicken dinner/ going Aretha, hitting all the right notes/ If you gonna reference marz, then cite quote, b**h