Sk, the Novelist - Tell Your Mother lyrics

[Intro: Sk and Shreve] Aye! La-da-da Right? This ain't even that Hip-Hop This is that doo-wop, this is that new John f** is you on? Haha, yeah C.Shreve, Sk, FTO, LOD mother f**er Can't stop won't stop, never [Verse 1: Sk] Cause' we can't all be a phenom We can't all be a Steve Jobs We can't all drink fine wine With our wives up in the ski lodge But any given day they'll be beside you in the triage We are equal, you'll realize it when you see God On that day, when you're in purgatory You're the same sinner as that bum slurpin' 40's Same as the who*es working corners Thursday morning We are all under Father time word to Maury Haha, get it? Maury Povich That's just a little nod to daytime showbiz All jokes aside, I say lines so sick Seriously could make a mime say "Oh sh**!" That's right dog, got the mute talking I've been cursing words since I was a cute toddler Leaving censorers with very few options Like this is a footrace, why the f** is you jogging? Why the f** is you walking up in my radius? Might check your brain b**h Don't know what you're playing with And you... could not be more boring I wrote about your whole career Released it as a short story I'm grilling you, that's that George Foreman [Chorus: Sk and Shreve] Tell your mother Tell her tell your father Tell him tell your brother And to tell his daughter Now we've got your sister Bumping on our mixtape Man isn't this great? That's the new fanbase! Tell your household Don't forget your cousin And if you're b**hing out dog Go on and tell your husband Now we've got your whole fam Bumping on our mixtape Man isn't this great? That's the new fanbase! [Interlude: Sk to Shreve] Ha, C.Shreve... Yeah? I heard you had a reach like an octopus That 8-legged knowledge... Yeah... Can you give them that? [Verse 2: Shreve] 8 legs like 4 moms with the Voltron type of form on em Another autumn and we balling out again, harvest gardens Pardon the hardened shell, but life taught me well: No coattails or ride your own float swells Sew em like oats and grains, my whole soul and brain, hope sells And so they package it, ayo--you, you, you wack as sh** How many y'all are the same? Man put some back in it Chiropract your vertebrae, y'all can put the birds away Let it be known, I got a wack rapper murder ray And my radius, it glow out and give you curb delay Stepping in the street, look for traffic or skrrrrt You might meet demise, you might greet the skies today About those lies, well try harder And tryin not be a martyr, this is for the starvers If you been hungry since you woke up Hit the kitchen with my partners, and then.... [Chorus] [Outro: Sk] The new fanbase..... that's that...... [Outro: Shreve] Aye.... that's that new fanbase Ah! Had to book him he's the Novelist Ah! One love from the Optimus Ah! That's that new fanbase Ah!