Letras
I ain't no joke or nothin'
Uh-huh, uh
S to the A
Man
I'm the same kid that tried to murder your brother
Now I'm on the motherfuckin' murder dog cover
Act like a non-believer
Go 'head, act like you ain't read about a nigga in the Don Diva
It wasn't for my rhymes neither
It was 'bout how I cocked the gat, shot a cat back in nine-fever
How the Source gave me Rhymer of the Month
When I should've got the Rhymer of Modern-Day Time
Fuck these niggas
Hold on
Let's see, this is, this is some MC shit, yo
You gotta be a real MC to spit on these beats
Hell yeah, man
I could be richer than Phil Drummond and still bummin'
And I know the difference between a bitch and a real woman
Niggas stay up twenty-five hours a night
Any coward could write, they bark but they bite, don't devour the mic
I am the wildest in sight
Been in the pen so I can tell you how it was like
I done seen blood's faces, pourin' it out
Six in the mornin', CO's yellin', "On the count"
Now fuck that, it's not what the song's about
This is about you weak rap niggas that's out
And y'all bitches in the crowd that wouldn't give us no rhythm
When my shit pop, I ain't gon' give you no jism
Nothin' but fuck you's and bad criticism
Obama is the pres', but I voted for -cough
I'm the meanin' of lyricism
If it's somebody that feel different
Give 'em my digits, tell 'em to hit 'em
He can call me on the late night or early in the morn'
And that's my word bond, we gon' get it on
Now we can't all get along
'Cause y'all niggas is, huh, y'all niggas just ain't that strong
Why do you use me?
Play to confuse me
How can you stand to be so cruel?
Why don't you free me from this prison?
I served my time and I'm through (I did my time)
I'm showin' off with Statik, it ain't only just now
And I don't smoke cigs, but I'll give you a bust down
Creep by wherever you hang and bust rounds
You gon' hear the sound of the pound, now
Thou shall not fuck with nor say Big Rhyme
'Cause if you ain't one of the Sean's, then shit's calm
Movin' right along, my name's Saigon
The future of rap, faggot, the next icon
If I could just keep that gun in the house
Or for five fuckin' minutes, stop runnin' my mouth
Shit, I'll be alright
Niggas ain't tight, they don't write the kind of rhymes that I write
Right, right, I'm lyrical, five-mic material
Nigga, you love the rizzle and I like to give it to you
So let's make things nice and clear
I'm shittin' on the whole game twice a year
They scared, bitch
Why do you use me?
Play to confuse me
How can you stand to be so cruel?
Why don't you free me from this prison?
I served my time and I'm through (I did my time)