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Fancy

Matios on June 01, 2012 00:35

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    I break it down for you infidels,
    sippin' on your Zifandel,
    Water in my bottle made of glass with some minerals,
    Tearin' the mic up since way back with Keenan and Kel
    relax, I step up on the track I mean to prevail,
    I used to walk home, throw rocks at the snot nose,
    With the homie tellin' stories 'bout his pops who got popped,
    it's a cold world, from one block to one block
    the sun drops and a child is born,
    a soft top turns a corner, he doesn't even know it
    if he didn't he's a goner
    and he doesn't need to know it, stay livin' in the moment
    when the eyes re-focus,
    and the mind seems potent
    then time can be broken.
    I'm fine, believe that
    Even if I lost a few screws
    and attached my arms with super glue on my youtube,
    tell me Hip Hop is whack, I'm like bitch what is it you do?
    Write poetry about bullshit like J. Cole do?
    They tell me when that nigga go rhymin' that he's a cold dood
    He's a black piece of shit that don't light, like old coal foo'
    I am just hater for no reason I told you,
    but if any rapper ever respond nigga I'll roast you.
    Just shut your mouth and take it bitch, please don't make me famous
    That B.O.B. Tyler diss was some booty anus,
    About as soft as that singer out of Canada
    wouldn't surprise me if you had the same manager.
    Ice cold or freon right now or eons,
    I cry with ice cream with French Canadians
    Shout out Nelly Furtado, Drake and Celine Dion
    For helping every middle age white woman to be strong
    You can't listen to me if you don't wear thongs,
    But I don't gotta sound like a bitch to get where that's goin'.
    Got them illy raps, got them go ahead and raise your kiddies rap,
    got them girl you beautiful natural so give them titties back.
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    All fancy ho's, niggas and their prancy flows,
    whatever happened to ANTE UP, Tech and Camp Lo
    I speak my mind once and suddenly I'm an asshole
    while soft niggas manipulate girls to lick their assholes.
    I face impossibility like math's my only cause,
    rugged draws rash on my ass and my wrinkled balls
    I kick in the door no .44 just some ruthless palms
    slappin' everybody from the dog to your toothless mom.
    I'm sparing my enemies willingly,
    holler at British dames with perfect eye brows like Barbara Billingsley.
    Oh she's American? In that case,
    it's a rat race, I'm in black face, I gotta worry less 'bout what she thinks
    and a little more on what dad says.
    I'm breakin' cultural norms, like eating at Norms
    and black people who be rockin' that plaid
    you say your best friend's black, but his first name is Brad
    so you hate niggers not of your socioeconomic class

    I got a champagne glass that I think you should fill
    with the tears through your years girl, no need to fear, I'm here,
    Not one of these square bear niggas,
    Long Hair don't care, I ain't like them house niggas,
    I throw rose petals at queens, tell my black women all these beautiful things.
    Sorry I can't marry one but remember it's me,
    When you're bitter, at least I ain't fuck you and leave
    So at the end of the day I've respected the most.
    Every day, God, I wanna pray more but I smoke,
    I wanna make good music but the game is a joke,
    I feel pain at my brain, wanna live up to my name,
    at times I wonder if my words make me like Cain,
    I don't wanna kill my brother, I'm tearin' us down
    to build us up, that's Rap for ya,
    I spit like a black Goya
    The music softens up and I'm spillin' it back for ya
    I remember every one, like I carry a tat for ya',
    But I don't wanna bury you twice
    so in my mind and my words I'm gon' keep you alive
    And every time that I'm angry, I steadily imagine the rage
    is your Love inside my mind my body cannot contain.
    Can't escape it reality, livin' on a salary
    but every night I walk I see this star draped tapestry
    A homeless man with a heart shaped energy
    ain't ask me for money, he asked for some time,
    he said, eat from the greats and you'll see in due time
    their genius wasn't based on genes but management of due time
    so treat it like a great, if they're smashed they taste fine
    you can't get drunk without good red wine.
    But, don't get lost 'cause the drink bends time
    and then you'll be 50 like me, young one.
    You smart though.

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