At Least a Million
Yes, yes, we'll show 'em who the best is
We're the freshest in the building
Quick pit stop got us lookin' tip-top
Now we're feelin' like a least a million
You can feel like a million dollars
Even with a couple bucks in the bank man
Take a good look in my wallet
There might be a bit of dust and a post stamp
I'm the most progressive my flow's impressive
Didn't get the memo? Well, get the message
When the moon's a crescent, I'm freshly dressin'
When it's half of full they can't match my essence
Women draped in dresses look at men in their suits
They wanna study my style, so they examine my shoes
I leave an amateur clues so they can follow the trend
It's not just me; it's me plus all of friends
Check the lingo, go ahead and flash the signal
The stars are aligned like dabs in Bingo!
Jackpot, laptop, packed with music (Yes!)
Hats off, that's it, watch me do this (Yes!)
For my amusement, my moves are groovin'
I spark the fire then bring the group in
We keep it movin' just watch the footwork
To check the engine, gotta pop the hood first
Yes, yes, we'll show 'em who the best is
We're the freshest in the building
Quick pit stop got us lookin' tip-top
Now we're feelin' like a least a million
You can feel like a million dollars
Even with a couple bucks in the bank man
Take a good look in my wallet
There might be a bit of dust and a post stamp
I'm back with another for one you to hate on
I look good, sound good, yes, but stay calm!
My dance moves are like a batch of napalm
Mixed with a six-foot stack of radon
Game on I'm comin' to top the charts
They all wanna do the same but don't got the heart
Nor the swagger, taxi the jet to the hanger
Rap game sharp as Raphael's daggers
Dragons can't breathe fire like this
No wonder everybody and their mother wanna diss
They missed their bus and wanna try to catch mine
But I drive by and ignore the bus signs
What time is it? That time again
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine or ten
Anytime of day, night, or afternoon
Is the perfect time for you to blast this tune
Yes, yes, we'll show 'em who the best is
We're the freshest in the building
Quick pit stop got us lookin' tip-top
Now we're feelin' like a least a million
You can feel like a million dollars
Even with a couple bucks in the bank man
Take a good look in my wallet
There might be a bit of dust and a post stamp
Fresh with a capital "F", yes, you know this
Similar to freshly cut sets of roses
A gentleman holds the door and then closes
Fully composed during camera poses
I focus like I'm spelled bound by potions
I cut though the bush don't go where the road is
I'm cloaked in some sort of energy form
That you can't buy or go rent out of a store
Style galore, they stare at the way I maneuver
Each day I'm lookin' for new ways of improvement
Blueprints litter my mind with new concepts
Dark matter, black holes, and starships
Martians probably wanna take my brain
So they can study with great care the raps I slay
All-day, all year, I can go for eons
Most will never see the level that I be on
Yes, yes, we'll show 'em who the best is
We're the freshest in the building
Quick pit stop got us lookin' tip-top
Now we're feelin' like a least a million
You can feel like a million dollars
Even with a couple bucks in the bank man
Take a good look in my wallet
There might be a bit of dust and a post stamp
We're the freshest in the building
Quick pit stop got us lookin' tip-top
Now we're feelin' like a least a million
You can feel like a million dollars
Even with a couple bucks in the bank man
Take a good look in my wallet
There might be a bit of dust and a post stamp
I'm the most progressive my flow's impressive
Didn't get the memo? Well, get the message
When the moon's a crescent, I'm freshly dressin'
When it's half of full they can't match my essence
Women draped in dresses look at men in their suits
They wanna study my style, so they examine my shoes
I leave an amateur clues so they can follow the trend
It's not just me; it's me plus all of friends
Check the lingo, go ahead and flash the signal
The stars are aligned like dabs in Bingo!
Jackpot, laptop, packed with music (Yes!)
Hats off, that's it, watch me do this (Yes!)
For my amusement, my moves are groovin'
I spark the fire then bring the group in
We keep it movin' just watch the footwork
To check the engine, gotta pop the hood first
Yes, yes, we'll show 'em who the best is
We're the freshest in the building
Quick pit stop got us lookin' tip-top
Now we're feelin' like a least a million
You can feel like a million dollars
Even with a couple bucks in the bank man
Take a good look in my wallet
There might be a bit of dust and a post stamp
I'm back with another for one you to hate on
I look good, sound good, yes, but stay calm!
My dance moves are like a batch of napalm
Mixed with a six-foot stack of radon
Game on I'm comin' to top the charts
They all wanna do the same but don't got the heart
Nor the swagger, taxi the jet to the hanger
Rap game sharp as Raphael's daggers
Dragons can't breathe fire like this
No wonder everybody and their mother wanna diss
They missed their bus and wanna try to catch mine
But I drive by and ignore the bus signs
What time is it? That time again
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine or ten
Anytime of day, night, or afternoon
Is the perfect time for you to blast this tune
Yes, yes, we'll show 'em who the best is
We're the freshest in the building
Quick pit stop got us lookin' tip-top
Now we're feelin' like a least a million
You can feel like a million dollars
Even with a couple bucks in the bank man
Take a good look in my wallet
There might be a bit of dust and a post stamp
Fresh with a capital "F", yes, you know this
Similar to freshly cut sets of roses
A gentleman holds the door and then closes
Fully composed during camera poses
I focus like I'm spelled bound by potions
I cut though the bush don't go where the road is
I'm cloaked in some sort of energy form
That you can't buy or go rent out of a store
Style galore, they stare at the way I maneuver
Each day I'm lookin' for new ways of improvement
Blueprints litter my mind with new concepts
Dark matter, black holes, and starships
Martians probably wanna take my brain
So they can study with great care the raps I slay
All-day, all year, I can go for eons
Most will never see the level that I be on
Yes, yes, we'll show 'em who the best is
We're the freshest in the building
Quick pit stop got us lookin' tip-top
Now we're feelin' like a least a million
You can feel like a million dollars
Even with a couple bucks in the bank man
Take a good look in my wallet
There might be a bit of dust and a post stamp
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Adams
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