Dumb It Down
Ali, mix it...
Ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup?
Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup?
Ha ha ha, ha...
I spaz out till I pass out. There’s clarity in my vulgarity for a sass-mouth
Your praody’s not funny. Apparently you aint’ nothing but industry crash dummies -
As long as the lord love me, I’m good
I could: be the best rapper but I’d rather be the answer that capture
The violence that coincides in my hood
I should: stick a fork in this music business but I’m too dependent
Like pussy on my penis. Devil’s kitchen in Phoenix. That’s the heat that I’m bringing
Where the shade at? I’m L.A. radio and good music, boy I don’t play that
Ugh. Walking a thin line from thinking like Einstein and
Rhyming like Rakim in ’89
Don’t wanna pack a nine just a mind full of wisdom like a man
99 years old locked in prison. Don’t freeload on my vision
Get exposed like an R&B ho with a sex tape hidden
I’m always for the business, forever you can feel it, weather you Crip blue
Or a nigga that hemorrhage
My penmanship is like me and Langston combined to the hip
And my hip to the hop don’t stop as I rock
I got a buzz like a shot of Palmer Sun and the women fall in love as they fall in my crotch
Now understand that I’m all that you’ve got
Give me chance, give me ears, give me hearts, give me props
Hear the difference...? I’m cool like that
Oh you spit? Well the retarded drool is back
See, I’m the author of the authors. The father of the Austin Power fajja
Who can bust like a charter, why bother?
I know a jealous serpent is a burden to my life
But still I carry on like luggage on a flight
The realness in my bones is the DNA to life
I can give you insight only if you’re in sight
I’m lookin’ past y’all like a fastball - strike!
And I aint’ even trynna give it my all - yikes!
I’m comfortable enough to go and chill out with a Huxtable
You couldn’t see my pedestal, because you’re afraid of heights...
Cloud 9, where you can find; me in my dime like Roosevelt in his prime
Wait till I’m in my prime; the moon and the stars will align
On my Louis V. belt like Orion...
To whom say he cool: but the irony is I could hold the bottom of an iron with the bottom of my palm
I say so much, so little all action, no talk like a mob throwing up gang signs
It’s not all about punchlines, I don’t do that
I’m a Jaguar - you’re just a new cat now move back
Kendrick Lamar on the radar for success
Aiming for the top like an AR aimed at your neck. I can never digress
‘less I get demoted to death, even then I’ll be the best still like a petty theft
I will: conquer my biggest dreams, once you open the cage, I bet that I’ll spread my wings
Nipsy got street cred, Jay Rock got street cred, and all I got is bad credit
Big ears and big head. But still they’ll feel me, cuz we all ate cereal
Humped at momma' friend' daughter while they bump the stereo
Backflips on shopping carts, free lunch at the park, watched power rangers after school...
Here we go: I’m so Comptonized, I will never compromise for no fussy ass A&R or TEO
We ain't what you think and you think we’re back
But we’ve been here for decades and I vouch for that
Open your mouth for that, speak well like a great debater over iChat;
Get your other eye cracked. I don’t rap, I-Iraq and declare war...
I enjoy watching enemies blood pour
I came up lower middle class, not poor
So don’t feel sorry for me I don’t need y’all to love me
I need y’all to feel me - and if you feelin’ froggy to leap
Then feel free. My feeling’s so aside, my pride is deprived by
The ultimate prize I'mma get when I see your suicide...
|4||Sex With Society|
|9||For The Homies|
|11||Dumb It Down|
|13||The City Is Mines|
|14||Skill Still Appeal|
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