Slack-Jaw

Ya' goddamn slack-jaw

Pick ya' ass up off the asphalt

How many times I gotta pass y'all?

Hats off to who? You know it's me-

The bro with the poetry, Leave a chode MC-

Lying on the floor, he crying, "woe is me"

I'm throwin' these

Totally proficient with flow and ease

Go and see- noticed you thinkin'-

You got the potency to roll with me

Homie, you know you will get broke and beat

I'm dope indeed

I grab the microphone, you grab your rosary beads

Who came to see me speak?

The soul in the boiler room, mold to the beat

Had the flow since a fetus- I'm dope, please believe it

Zoomed out the womb, boom box and adidas tryina break

My mama called me Nate

I walked out of the hospital and bought a can of paint

Ever since that day, nothing has been the same

Became the maniac upon the mic that you cannot contain

Mentally, I'm better than everyone

Never met anyone tellin' me different

I mean it, I beat it up, eat it up, we get up-

Even the beat isn't ready for me

When I begin to speak in the mic

And I'm freakin' it right away

Never be havin' to breath

I'm competin' to be the one

Biddin' a bitter goodbye

To an idiot thinkin' he king

It ain't really a thing when I'm bringin' it out-

But the people, they love it- that; I'm all about

And if I could defeat every bit of the weak in a weekend

I'd do it and then I'd be out

With a negative agony down in my belly

I'd be disemboweling all of my enemies

Draggin' 'em back to the pad in a bag

I'm attackin the whack and I'm leavin' 'em empty

Tempt me

I'm a nice guy, but who knows, I might snap

When I kick flows, these thick hoes get sewn to my sack

I write that with an intention to bend it and lean it

If I say it enough, it'll become true, do you know what I mean?

It's like I walk through valley and I'm askin' for sex

I finally got to Leb and then I'm askin', "what's next?"

I bust heads, but in a nice way- I might stay and rest

Or maybe I'll head back to Windsor, so I can play with my friends

Sup Teece, sup Ethan

Hey Nate, wassup Drew

Hey nick, what's up nick

Futawn; fuck you

I'm just playin baby I cannot be taken serious

But if you want a lyricist, look no further here he is

Steerin' his vehicle into the ditch- pitiful

Miserable little idiot fillin' the rhythm full-

Of everything he got, will he give it up? No sir

Everybody wanna see him swimmin' with a toaster

Overhead, I fly like a missile

Soar like an eagle, I'm so official

This'll maybe hurt a bit, might even tickle

Either way it doesn't have to be made into a big issue

If you wanna get down to the beat

I'm the clown for the job

You have found what you need

I compound with the sound

I confound and defeat

From the nose to the toes

From the ground to the beak

If you wanna get down to the beat

I'm the clown for the job

You have found what you need

I compound with the sound

I confound and defeat

From the nose to the toes

From the ground to the beak

If ya' just got paid

Or ya' just got laid

And you're havin' a good day, say hooooo

"Hoooo"

All the people in the place

Who are feelin' out of place

Who don't really wanna play say noooo

"Noooo"