Foolin' Around
Uh check
For the real hip-hop my nigga
One two for the real hip-hop my nigga
Uh
For the real hip-hop my nigga
Uh
One time now
One two now
Wicked J now
Uh
Check uh
Alright
Some say I'm pissed still at the state of the rap game
But I use my heavy artillery to deal with cheapskates on the fast lane
These rappers horrible
Busy claiming that they gods
Kill 'em while they vulnerable
Like I'm aiming at they floors
Fans give him a green persuasion so I'm smashing up they jaws
Basking in appreciation of the rapturous applause
After this is all settled and done I get up and run
To the finish line intending not to relinquish my
Tidal wavy flows when I rival crazy foes
And I'd like to raise up the BAR
These haters just be thinking they was winning
Until the truth hits 'em like VAR
Verbally amplify with rawness
You can't ignore this
My raps is floorless
Levitating above the surface level
Me and the birds will tell you that this earth a fair view
Away from where I stay 'cause I be
Floating off the loud so heaven can sense I'm adjacent
From down the barrels to Babylon
Other rappers will babble on
I am black man striking like Ryan Babel on Netherlands team
Endorsing pillars of green
I am the nigga of Eve
Rolling up the garden real even
I mean wait
Strolling down the Garden of Eden
And scheming for the fruit of knowledge
Not to devour but to nibble at it
Let me admit I'm famished
But to don't resist the challenge
To reach a level of intelligence
That makes all doctors and professors see irrelevance
In systematic preference of brain power
In favour of the same sour institutions that claim our
Resources I seek sources that excite my tongue
So spirit lifts whens lyricists preach to inspire one
Little boy clutching onto his toy of privilege
And still living in the midst of ignorance
This the shit that links him to his African line of storytelling
So it lets him travel through time
I use the past as a tool to make the party get live
Then I go back to the future like I'm Marty McFly
Why? 'Cause I'm the chosen one or maybe I'm the special one
Like Jose sipping a rose spitting chipotle
I bring the mild heat lighting scriptures of old peeps
Burning the brown sheet 'til I witness my soul leap
I appreciate the masters of the craft
New York
The ones who put this rap shit on the map
In math class half asleep
Twenty one emcees
How many can you eat at the same time in the same line?
Rather follow a leader who displays chains and black
Than respond to a preacher
Dial God when I call in I seek a piece of
Landline was always missing
Rhymes became religion
Times I knew my vision was to be the Bruce Lee
Of wordsmithing superb spitting and verse kicking
I blurt isms that irk niggas who work systems
The light giver to loops watching the earth spinning
Spinning
For the record my goals written on souls of deejays back in the past
So whatever I need'll have to be scratched with a pen
I be always off the reefer so whatever I breathe'll have to be grass
Again and again
I be kicking it with the best
Man this shit was never a test
All you niggas know that I'm blessed
Uh check
Pacifist to throwing a fist
I ain't sipping none of your shit
Pass a spliff I finna get lit yea
Perhaps a little glass of wine to relax the vibe
Try catch a rhyme that'll bash a flaccid rapper's mind
Flat he's lying 'til his lines go flat
Splat goes the vocal chords from open sores to broken jaws
Enigmatic like that
I'm an assassin like that with the savage type raps
Advance over the challenge I lack from the these wannabe emcees
Trying to please the stream
I'mma seize the fees and leave the scene like B and Z
Chasing black excellence
Raise a mass influence
Generation of the black emperors like Haile Selassie
Or maybe you probably thought
Ancient bosses for those that bow before
Hip-hop the new religion
Defying people's burial prediction
Applies in each and every jurisdiction
The mic will lead him heading to his vision
So I proceed to enlighten thee
Peeping clearly through the system
On the mic I'm just fooling around uh
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just fooling around uh
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just
For the real hip-hop my nigga
One two for the real hip-hop my nigga
Uh
For the real hip-hop my nigga
Uh
One time now
One two now
Wicked J now
Uh
Check uh
Alright
Some say I'm pissed still at the state of the rap game
But I use my heavy artillery to deal with cheapskates on the fast lane
These rappers horrible
Busy claiming that they gods
Kill 'em while they vulnerable
Like I'm aiming at they floors
Fans give him a green persuasion so I'm smashing up they jaws
Basking in appreciation of the rapturous applause
After this is all settled and done I get up and run
To the finish line intending not to relinquish my
Tidal wavy flows when I rival crazy foes
And I'd like to raise up the BAR
These haters just be thinking they was winning
Until the truth hits 'em like VAR
Verbally amplify with rawness
You can't ignore this
My raps is floorless
Levitating above the surface level
Me and the birds will tell you that this earth a fair view
Away from where I stay 'cause I be
Floating off the loud so heaven can sense I'm adjacent
From down the barrels to Babylon
Other rappers will babble on
I am black man striking like Ryan Babel on Netherlands team
Endorsing pillars of green
I am the nigga of Eve
Rolling up the garden real even
I mean wait
Strolling down the Garden of Eden
And scheming for the fruit of knowledge
Not to devour but to nibble at it
Let me admit I'm famished
But to don't resist the challenge
To reach a level of intelligence
That makes all doctors and professors see irrelevance
In systematic preference of brain power
In favour of the same sour institutions that claim our
Resources I seek sources that excite my tongue
So spirit lifts whens lyricists preach to inspire one
Little boy clutching onto his toy of privilege
And still living in the midst of ignorance
This the shit that links him to his African line of storytelling
So it lets him travel through time
I use the past as a tool to make the party get live
Then I go back to the future like I'm Marty McFly
Why? 'Cause I'm the chosen one or maybe I'm the special one
Like Jose sipping a rose spitting chipotle
I bring the mild heat lighting scriptures of old peeps
Burning the brown sheet 'til I witness my soul leap
I appreciate the masters of the craft
New York
The ones who put this rap shit on the map
In math class half asleep
Twenty one emcees
How many can you eat at the same time in the same line?
Rather follow a leader who displays chains and black
Than respond to a preacher
Dial God when I call in I seek a piece of
Landline was always missing
Rhymes became religion
Times I knew my vision was to be the Bruce Lee
Of wordsmithing superb spitting and verse kicking
I blurt isms that irk niggas who work systems
The light giver to loops watching the earth spinning
Spinning
For the record my goals written on souls of deejays back in the past
So whatever I need'll have to be scratched with a pen
I be always off the reefer so whatever I breathe'll have to be grass
Again and again
I be kicking it with the best
Man this shit was never a test
All you niggas know that I'm blessed
Uh check
Pacifist to throwing a fist
I ain't sipping none of your shit
Pass a spliff I finna get lit yea
Perhaps a little glass of wine to relax the vibe
Try catch a rhyme that'll bash a flaccid rapper's mind
Flat he's lying 'til his lines go flat
Splat goes the vocal chords from open sores to broken jaws
Enigmatic like that
I'm an assassin like that with the savage type raps
Advance over the challenge I lack from the these wannabe emcees
Trying to please the stream
I'mma seize the fees and leave the scene like B and Z
Chasing black excellence
Raise a mass influence
Generation of the black emperors like Haile Selassie
Or maybe you probably thought
Ancient bosses for those that bow before
Hip-hop the new religion
Defying people's burial prediction
Applies in each and every jurisdiction
The mic will lead him heading to his vision
So I proceed to enlighten thee
Peeping clearly through the system
On the mic I'm just fooling around uh
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just fooling around uh
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just fooling around ey
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just
On the mic I'm just
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Tafila
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