Yo I bought that album man it's wack man
I'm tellin you I don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest?
I'm dead up I'm serious
Serious?
I don't feel it man the drums are too weak
I don't feel the snares
Coulda used a different type of sample
You're wack man yeah..
Yo that kid is wack his father's wack
His group is wack that's word word black
I'm detrimental I hop up on this instrumental
Smack your face with mitts, a pile of grease filled with grits
Burn you like Teddy Pendergrass, tap you on that ass
I'm Big Jim, shut your mouth, call me Jimmy Steel
Don't freestyle, Chemical Bank, y'all keep it real
On Lollapalooza, their butts packed with German Lugers
On tour dates, stashin mad work in milk crates
Rock groups get smacked, speakers dropped, on they back
Some damage I'm raw, kid the blood is on your kneecaps
Let's get scuffed up, your castle more than roughed up
Pockets with royalties, you gets, no loyalties
That's word bill, sell your house's mortgage off the hill
I'm for real necks, payin crackers for my Ampex
Yeah!
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
You got commercial records, no monies in your wack pockets
You get jerked, my Master-charge-Card's doin work
Eight thousand grills, all these Franklin heads, big head bills
You go 'head wrap balogna sandwich in yo' backpack
School kids up no joke on record labels, y'all still broke
Don't flex at me, who's this kid, standin next to me
I got versatile sawed-off shotgun WIC checks with me
Suckers I'm android, no time to feel
