Signor Benedick the Moor - G6.2 5200 lyrics

[Intro] Oh sh**, n***a Damn, we done-done it again We done-done it again It's like magic, n***a Y'all, we know we gon' have 5200 You dead, know what I'm saying? (5200) In the house We ain't stoppin' We ain't stoppin' for nothin' We makin' millions, n***a We makin' billions, n***a We makin' congillions, brah We only hear our bars, homie [Verse 1] Monumental with these pens and pencils Create a masterpiece from scratch Y'all n***as using f**ing stencils And the line's still crooked Saw an opportunity and then I took it By the throne and f**ing shook it Got bars like a really good jazz player Got bars like the Raiders got bad players k**ing n***as like they call me B. Man Slayem And I slayer-layer in the bed and peelin' many layers This is a fun-loving track where I rap about this and that Giving mental depth to all you mental cats My mental raps run mental tracks around all of your mental laps If your mental's lax, taking mental naps and missing mental lapse Out of shape, your momma's so damn fat we're outta space Gotta take her a** off planet into outer space I'm entering your inner ear Hear it here, kind of queer But please don't fear I only took your mom to second base [Interlude] Hahah! Yeah! Whaddapwhaddapwhaddapwhaddap It's your boy once again Back again, here again Always again, you're my friend What up? - Ad-lib - [Verse 2] Black and white, you could call me Eric Andre My body's shaped like a cumin, call me mandrake Harder than four-forty statements I ain't ever been a kitty You can call me raps' man-drake Told my momma: "I ain't cussin no more" Like the bartender dead Over n***as' heads like a lightbulb Or an exclamation mark Escapades and excavation parks With extra hating guards, extra stating farts Harder than the hardest jungle More obscure than Mr. Bungle f**ing everything like buckle Oops I'm sorry momma Eating M&Ms, watching Friends Probably drink a little too much My night's at its end My night's at its end (They go hard)