(Beat: Hypnotize - The Notorious B.I.G.)
Hah, sicker than your average
Banish any who challenge my lyrical status
Microphone savage, king of the hip-hop palace
Hip-Hop magician, makin all these wack asses vanish
On the rise, rhymes leave you mesmerized
Hypnotized, the guy your kids’ll idolize, uh
The guy that all them jealous dudes despise
The guy that pops in your girl's mind when she fantasize, yo
(Beat: Made You look - Nas)
The guy that’ll make you look
Drop a number one record with straight bars no hook
Got’em shook, baggy clothes, J’s on each foot
Your girl givin me brain like she be gangbangin them books, ha!
She got the brain, I got them looks
She told me to give it to her and what I gave she took
I ain’t a hip-hop chef more like a gourmet cook
My rhymes like a drug, I got all y’all hooked
(Beat: Mass Appeal - Gang Starr)
That’s just part of my mass appeal
So ill, make a million bills with no deal
I got the wheel, better kneel to my superior skill
Better get ready, grab my machete and watch all the blood spill
Verses I kill, homie, shit’s about to get real
How does it feel? Punchlines hittin you harder than steel
I don’t steal but if I have to snatch the crown I will
Next Biggie Smalls, I got some big ass shoes to fill
Made your girl fall in love watchin this Filipino rap
Where she at? She’s where my frikin ego’s at
She wanted to make a movie so I Tarentino’d that
I’m like a hip-hop guru, where Preemo at?
Hah, sicker than your average
Banish any who challenge my lyrical status
Microphone savage, king of the hip-hop palace
Hip-Hop magician, makin all these wack asses vanish
On the rise, rhymes leave you mesmerized
Hypnotized, the guy your kids’ll idolize, uh
The guy that all them jealous dudes despise
The guy that pops in your girl's mind when she fantasize, yo
(Beat: Made You look - Nas)
The guy that’ll make you look
Drop a number one record with straight bars no hook
Got’em shook, baggy clothes, J’s on each foot
Your girl givin me brain like she be gangbangin them books, ha!
She got the brain, I got them looks
She told me to give it to her and what I gave she took
I ain’t a hip-hop chef more like a gourmet cook
My rhymes like a drug, I got all y’all hooked
(Beat: Mass Appeal - Gang Starr)
That’s just part of my mass appeal
So ill, make a million bills with no deal
I got the wheel, better kneel to my superior skill
Better get ready, grab my machete and watch all the blood spill
Verses I kill, homie, shit’s about to get real
How does it feel? Punchlines hittin you harder than steel
I don’t steal but if I have to snatch the crown I will
Next Biggie Smalls, I got some big ass shoes to fill
Made your girl fall in love watchin this Filipino rap
Where she at? She’s where my frikin ego’s at
She wanted to make a movie so I Tarentino’d that
I’m like a hip-hop guru, where Preemo at?
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