Joggin to the corner, I'm trying to catch my stretch limo
I got a month pass, that's cheaper than gas, you know!
Coolin in the front because I love to sit sideways
Rappin to myself while the 4 be on the by-ways

All the way to down town to catch a set!
hopin that I can cop a ride home, yeah you bet
Late as it might get, I try not to fret,
Cuz a cab always makes for good company, yeah

But it seems like every last penny spent
Just to get my foot into the door and then jet, see
all I wanna do is rock this mic for like a minute
I know you need an opener so let me get up in it

And when I grip it you could see the way I rip it
and then compare me to that rapper from infinite
and when it's said and done, you can cop the album, take it home and tell your homie just the place to buy one!



All rightly then, chap, let's have a go at it
be kickin flows like rehab to bad habits
mouth foamin like "oh dag this kat's rabid! somebody grab him cuz the illness is rampant," that's it yeah!

and it runs through my middles
see me in the back row, practicin a fiddle
just to get up on top of your roof and give a little bit of my conviction soaked up in a ball of spittle

my acquittal is merited not to me
off of the top of the pile i'll rock it fully
smiling at you bullies like, i won't let you rule me
you can catch me like a frigidaire in the corner cooling

sometimes rap is where it's at but when my heart rings
i just got to make like pavoratti and sing
until the death me, keep it on the recipe good home cookin from heaven's kitchen you best believe



now it's whitely spoken like you're talking while you're tokin
chokin on the thickness of this message till you're broken
falling to your knees becomes a regular activity now everything you see is more colorful than green

that's me! at least I want it to be
I'll never quit until my dream is actually
right in front of me because i'm sick of running, see
so now i'm banging on this drum until the troops ready to rally, yeah

so try to tell me one more THING about hip hop
and watch me put your giddy girlfriend up in a headlock
I mean your DJ with all that sloppy scratching
so what I ain't brought one, I'm just ere-erap-re-erappin

and that's what's happenin on the track
and someday i'll maybe pay somebody snaps to get my back
until then just hold it down as well as i can
skip your gimmicks and make it stick for all the rap fans yeah