I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
To be the man on the mic, to be the man on your mind
What's normal to us is an illusion to them
I heard the beat and I ain't know what to write
What you hear is not a test
Speakin' my language if you talkin' 'bout tilapia
You'll never find a rhyme like this in any dictionary
Bitch I'm morose and lugubrious
I got twenty-five lighters on the dresser
They don't call me Big for nuttin'
I'm on point like a elbow
Speech is my hammer bang the world into shape
I'm the motherfucking king like Oedipus
I ain't Q-Tip but I'll make your breathin'stop
Four Seasons, three words: do not disturb
I take seven MCs, put 'em in a line
Flow retarded, I'm on some Special Ed shit
Once upon a time in the projects
We're holdin on to what's golden
I got ninety-nine problems and a bitch ain't one
Beat biter, dope style taker
Wikipedia that, if you didn't know
Now I'm butt naked in a Lamborghini
Might look light but we heavy though
I live it, I see it, and I write it because I know it
Calling her a crab is just a figure of speech
I'm the biggest Dope Dealer and I serve all over town
The dope I'm selling you don't smoke you feel
I'm out here making sense `cause I'm out here making dollars
She could be my broad and I could be her
Please listen to my album
If that's your chick then why she textin' me?
I take this more serious than just a poem
What you hear is not a text
I can't help the poor if I'm one of them
Hi haters, I'm back off hiatus
On possession with intent to sell
Cash rules everything around me
I spell it how the fucks I want
And all the people always know me for my comedy
Microphone check 1-2 what is this
Not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good
Lampin' in the Hamptons like "What the fuck is a hammock?"
