February 2012
147 posts
Joey
Say I’m from the new school, I’mma say check your tone and watch your mouth
If they teaching how to Dougie, I’m condoning dropping out
Forced to wild, y’all birthed me then gave me up
I just perfected being hip hop’s foster child
Now check it: don’t blame y’all for being trash, fans are copping it
The radio’s the crime scene, the masses are the hostages
In my youth I’d throw shots, the fad was dodging it
I’m grown: I ain’t watching the throne, I’m sabotaging it
You see that 4-headed monster in the storm looms
Snipe ‘em from a distance: the scope got a long zoom
You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong room
Gotta figure here, you won’t get bigger if you on shrooms
If it was left to me, I’d revive what the game be ‘bout
I woulda took the wine outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin’ a snub back
Wayne couldn’t teach me how to love that
But I have this chick from uptown, she my summer bunny
Both parents broke, but she come from money
Think my bread is her paper to burn
So I lock her out, and now she doubt David is Stern
She’s so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxi
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B
That’s why haters envy, kinda wanna send me llamas
I made it right before their eyes like I was Benihanas
Is it me? Or is what I’m hearing just pitiful?
Airwaves the same, now the stereo’s typical
My skin’s thick, so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die, you’d think I did it before
The boy’s Rodman with the trash talk, Magic or Walt
With the black ball, way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws
Glass jaw, Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no passport
Body be found in a mansion in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you status whores categore
Probably be that of awards between Michael Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I know hip hop’s alive and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn’t survive the smell
