Sha Stimuli - BET Backroom Freestyle lyrics

Sha Stimuli's BET Backroom Freestyle (Aired Wednesday, October 6, 2014) I wonder if Ca**ius Clay would have found out about his fate As a youngin, before he changed up his name and absorbed the hate Would he still have jumped in the ring and took jabs and hooks to the face And become the greatest of greats if he knew he would have the shakes When it's over? It's never over for me, but I can relate ‘Cause my body would start to tremble whenever I walked away I'd be sweating like I'm on h**ne, meth and MDMA Since y'all said that y'all like me bragging, I'm back and I'm here to stay Hi The human avatar for rapping hard, I battled God and came out with battle scars I feel like I build with angels and travel far, for every gram of raw and a phantom car That you hear about from dudes that they tag as stars You might as well believe in Big Foot…the tooth fairy, leprechauns, Santa Claus They're spitting candy bars Kit Kat, Almond Joy, bu*terfinger, Milky Way Snickers, Twix, Baby Ruth, Hundred Grand, Pay Day Hersheys, Reese's, Three Musketeers They're Twizzlers, that the listeners do not wanna hear Clear I'm a mutant, at nine I showered with rhyming power Now with any beat I get, I devour Put me in a room full of haters Have ninety-thousand Simon Cowells Their reactions, just be a line of vowels Ooohs and aaaahs Maybe a hell yes Say more, sell less Sick flow, well-dressed Save rap, help desk Hire me, wire me money little rapper, I can fix up your words like spellcheck When I said well dressed… I wasn't talking Tyler Perry, Martin Lawrence, Eddie Murphy Men in dresses, kinda scary Oh my bad, they're rocking kilts, wearing skirts Oh I'm clearly Just a hater, never mind, just pretend y'all didn't hear me Look! Over there a distraction Ok now back to me I'm Shallow Hal in the flesh, although I be rappin' deep They found the way to battle me Fake your own d**h like you're rehearsing for a sick patient role on Grey's Anatomy I know I come across in manners That's cerebral, far from evil, sorta feeble, understanding So these “ignant” people hear me, I start talking bout my hammer Now my Friends are acting funny like they're Joey, Ross and Chandler but… I stress nothing, I sit calm The game's funny like old sitcoms These rappers look like Fresh Prince, Full House, Family Matters, Growing Pains Who's the Boss?, Diff'rent Strokes, Good Times, Happy Days Girlfriends, The Jeffersons, Seinfeld, Cosby Saved by the Bell, Bernie Mac, Steve Harvey My Wife and Kids The life I live, is semi-sorta Godly Some of y'all hardly working, me I'm working hardly I'm partly Barkley, Garvey, Marley Sorry For crashing this non-lyricist party My mental, it's sharp as a Ginsu, but harsh and offensive I spark instrumentals, it's hard but essential, my target is simple With all that I been through, my heart isn't gentle, I harnessed potential And studied flows, even borrowed like rentals From different emcees, yes each bar is eventful I mixed CNN, Vh1 with Comedy Central Then added BET, A&E, Showtime, Lifetime Playboy, Fox and I channel Pac when I write rhymes My patterns are real tricky They're simple, but complex Who could flip any concept? Whether sky lounge, party jet, rooftop pub, it don't matter how high the bar's set Y'all don't hear me It's a different day now Game-change music, let me just explain how I elevate the level, and I educate whoever, since the kids are out here spelling like the Chick-fil-a cows Rap ain't helping, I just add to the drama Your daddy left and now you're mad at your mama I'm glad and I'm honored, to tell you you can make it, as a graduate scholar You can take the path of Obama, or Mario Chalmers I have to be honest With all of these scriptures that I just rapped to you Half of you may not get it, or have the aptitude Other half are stuck with that hater, debater attitude And I could be the greatest, I'm nothing to Maya Angelou And everything she brought to the world I rock wife-beaters but I never tortured my girl I get sicker with every minute, doesn't force me to hurl But it could fetal position you, you ball up and curl A lot of dudes want to act like Deebo…Tyson Real life similar to Peabo…Bryson I touch down like an eagle…viking Steeler…titan, see my writing At times it sounds extra pissed, 'cause you don't know me On beats I'm affectionate, the drums hold me And the hi-hats whisper, and I kick it with the kicks Have discussions with percussion Treat the music like a chick, I tell ‘em… I feel better than ma**age parlors Once I start giving orders like The Godfather And I make her breathe like I'm her Lamaze partner Even though I'm never home like your car charger My flow is beautiful… I put letters together to get numbers You know, a Roman numeral… Every beat you can throw a funeral Love me or hate me, the feeling's mutual I show loyalty If I worked at Burger King or Dairy Queen, I am still royalty So how I'm still here is beyond me Father, Son, Spirit, I'm embodying all three So really Messing with me, you must be on E It's like playing a game of horse, and you on E it's over