Ding!
Yeah, yeah
Mic check, one two, one two, one two
Yeah, turn me up a little bit, Preem
Yeah, mic check, one two, one two
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I like to say I specialize in rhyming
You recognized in time, I train 'til I'm in pain
I exercise my mind, I effortlessly write
My weapons with me tonight, so, please be aware of 'em
Walk up in the fight club with eight ounce white gloves and leave with red ones
Mood swing on the beat, soon as Preem prepares one
Pick and choose my punches, walk away with minimal lumps
Pivoting around the vocal booth in trunks
Back you off me like a boxer
Nigga, I overuse the drum
They call me Travis Barker with a chopper
Knock away your tooth
Do the rock-away or I will raise your roof
Rest in peace to Proof
He prolly rolling over in his grave, niggas poisoning his name
The misfortunes of the fortune and the fame
I'm too cocky to hit
5'9" and Preem, the new Rocky and Mick
The dollar signs go ding
Preem, cut me
Cut
This is where your heart at, bitch
Something you don't wanna battle with
As if you don't notice
Damn, I'm great
I don't like no fake niggas
This is where your heart at, bitch (yeah, yeah)
Something you don't wanna, wanna battle with
Damn, I'm great
They say this is a wise old profession
So my flow is my whole confession
I rhyme like applying cold compression
You go away like swelling
When pellets from the throwaway is yelling
At you near the doorway to hell or heaven
Set me up, I know you've thought about it
That means I gotta wet you up
And I ain't talking with no water bottle
Sit outside your house creeping, come out and (ugh)
Spit out your mouthpiece and I'll skid out to South Beach
Fuck yo' talent, I'm never going down
I'm a stand-up guy, yes, I'm up for the challenge
Up 'cause of balance
From tying my shoe strings together when I was young and busting the cannon
Your life is spun, the fight is done
You've been iced out by the nicest one
And I ain't talking about Jacob and Johnny the jeweler
I'm talking 'bout letting the fakest hear the sound of the Ruger
What you know about that? I know all about that
Me and Tip feel the same, seeing tips feel the brain
Is like watching a movie, but I ain't make those
I just make the credits roll after I'm Oliver Stone
I'm the pedestal, you stand on me, I'ma flip you
Pitbull, put your hands on me I'ma sic you
It's true, you not so hard, I'm sensing you puss
As soon as you drop your guard, in comes the hook
Preem, cut me
Cut
This is where your heart at, bitch
Something you don't wanna battle with
As if you don't notice
Damn, I'm great
I don't like no fake niggas
This, this is where your heart at, bitch
Something you don't wanna battle with
Damn, I'm great
Mic check, one two, one two, one two
Yeah, turn me up a little bit, Preem
Yeah, mic check, one two, one two
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I like to say I specialize in rhyming
You recognized in time, I train 'til I'm in pain
I exercise my mind, I effortlessly write
My weapons with me tonight, so, please be aware of 'em
Walk up in the fight club with eight ounce white gloves and leave with red ones
Mood swing on the beat, soon as Preem prepares one
Pick and choose my punches, walk away with minimal lumps
Pivoting around the vocal booth in trunks
Back you off me like a boxer
Nigga, I overuse the drum
They call me Travis Barker with a chopper
Knock away your tooth
Do the rock-away or I will raise your roof
Rest in peace to Proof
He prolly rolling over in his grave, niggas poisoning his name
The misfortunes of the fortune and the fame
I'm too cocky to hit
5'9" and Preem, the new Rocky and Mick
The dollar signs go ding
Preem, cut me
Cut
This is where your heart at, bitch
Something you don't wanna battle with
As if you don't notice
Damn, I'm great
I don't like no fake niggas
This is where your heart at, bitch (yeah, yeah)
Something you don't wanna, wanna battle with
Damn, I'm great
They say this is a wise old profession
So my flow is my whole confession
I rhyme like applying cold compression
You go away like swelling
When pellets from the throwaway is yelling
At you near the doorway to hell or heaven
Set me up, I know you've thought about it
That means I gotta wet you up
And I ain't talking with no water bottle
Sit outside your house creeping, come out and (ugh)
Spit out your mouthpiece and I'll skid out to South Beach
Fuck yo' talent, I'm never going down
I'm a stand-up guy, yes, I'm up for the challenge
Up 'cause of balance
From tying my shoe strings together when I was young and busting the cannon
Your life is spun, the fight is done
You've been iced out by the nicest one
And I ain't talking about Jacob and Johnny the jeweler
I'm talking 'bout letting the fakest hear the sound of the Ruger
What you know about that? I know all about that
Me and Tip feel the same, seeing tips feel the brain
Is like watching a movie, but I ain't make those
I just make the credits roll after I'm Oliver Stone
I'm the pedestal, you stand on me, I'ma flip you
Pitbull, put your hands on me I'ma sic you
It's true, you not so hard, I'm sensing you puss
As soon as you drop your guard, in comes the hook
Preem, cut me
Cut
This is where your heart at, bitch
Something you don't wanna battle with
As if you don't notice
Damn, I'm great
I don't like no fake niggas
This, this is where your heart at, bitch
Something you don't wanna battle with
Damn, I'm great
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Von Schlippenbach, Ruediger Kusserow, Sebastian Krajewski, Frank Allessa Delle, Demba Wendt Nabe, David Conen, Pierre Baigorry
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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