Ah, you just came home from doin’ a bid
Tell me whatcha gon’ do? act a fool
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
Boy whatcha gon’ do? act a fool
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon’ do? act a fool
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
Boy whatcha gon’ do? act a fool
My name is Lyte is your name Sam?
Cause if it is step off, grab your coat and get lost
Wrap your scarf around your throat and go back and catch a rope
And hit the road Sam, don’t you come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Sam, don’t you come back no more
Flower bomb, let me guess your favorite fragrance
And you got that bomb, huh, I’m tryna detonate you
No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile
Try to keep my spirits up, that’s why I lays it down
I was patient, yeah, oh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
I know you want this for life
Bitch I’m back out my coma
Waking up on your sofa
When I park my Range Rover
Slightly scratch your Corolla
Okay, I smashed your Corolla
I’m hanging on a hangover
Five years we been over
Ask me why I came over
One more hit and I can own ya
Yeah, live through the strugglin’, life’s a every day hustle
I’ve been nice since n….. got killed over 8-ball jackets
And Reebok Pumps that didn’t do shit for the sneaker
I’m a heatseaker with features
That’ll reach through the speaker
And murder counter-revolutionaries personally
I’m bikin’ uphill and it’s burnin’ my quads
I’m bikin’ downhill and it sound like a fishin’ rod
You don’t like the way I flow? “She needs more emotion” no
I’ll give you emotion, it’s you, holding your broken nose
I’ll leave you comatose with a pound of Colombian snow
At your side so when the cops arrive, they’ll just say you overdosed
I’m flyin’ high on a rocket in the sky
Milk is chillin, Giz is chillin
What more can I say? Top billin’
Guess who
The illest MC in the atmosphere
Yeah the Soul Controller
Who roam the frontier like a Buffalo Soldier
I follow the code of honor like a real man gonna
Never disrespect no women cause I love my momma
I got so much funky shit inside my brain
I couldn’t explain, couldn’t explain
You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain
Now Com could get the penny, but I want my own company
And Com is on a mission not to work for commission
It’s a common market and it’s so much competition
But to me, competition is none
If this was ’88, I would have signed to Ruthless
Nine-four, would’ve had them walking down Death Row
First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do
Voice inside my head told me, “Wet ’em if they test you”
So it’s Raging Waters season
That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless
Everybody hard until it’s only God they seeing
Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy, I don’t believe it
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip with the roam roam
So it took me a minute to retrieve 7 digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home
But, when I got home I never did
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied ‘See you later’ when he got the good news
That’s life shit
I used to watch the show “I Dream of Jeannie”
And dreamt about “When will I be large like Whodini?”
But I was messin’ with graffiti on the subway
And getting chased by the cops almost everyday
I knew it had to be a better way see
So I would go to my room, blast RUN DMC
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn’t picture this
Will your name hold weight when the curtains close?
I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death
Manhattan keeps on makin it, brooklyn keeps on takin it
Bronx keeps creatin it, and queens keeps on fakin it
Why your eyes like dat?
I take 7 emcees put ’em in a line
And add 7 more brothers who think they can rhyme
Well, it’ll take 7 more before I go for mine
Now that’s 21 emcees ate up at the same time
We got a real jam goin down, welcome to the Space Jam
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
Beyond clean, in phenom jeans
Little rap Isaac Asimov
I let my momma in the rhyming that she raised me off
A 80s baby on fire like a safety off
From getting lynched in field into owning buildings
Getting millions, influencing white children
And oddly we still ain’t even
Still a small percentage of blacks that’s eating
I know she wanna be poppin’ all over the ‘Gram
When the cameras come out, wanna hold my hand
Must be out of your mind, do you know who I am?
Man you’re killin’ my vibe, do you know who I am?
There’s good and evil in each individual fire
Identifies needs and feeds our desire
As long as we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants
Through every dark night, there’s a bright day after that
So no matter how hard it get
Stick your chest out, keep your head up, and handle it!
Visions of Martin Luther staring at me
Malcolm X put a hex on my future someone catch me
I’m falling victim to a revolutionary song
The Serengeti’s cloned
Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone
I know that everything that glitters ain’t gold
I know the shits not always good as it seems
But tell me till you get it how could you know
How could you know? How could you know?
Top of the line wine Carlo Rossi
Man I drinks it all the time it’s extra
Satisfying
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby’s being born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end