Notes

It's the streetwise ug rap star, every fucking mofo just got to learn,
that i drop like lennox lewis and mohammed ali, in a tight rhytm like a redeyed rabbit
In my own way and totally on purpose honey, Useless to deny it's clear you're a fan
Where ever i go people appreciate my skills, it don't matter if it's nepal, pakistan or kongo
I swear i'm uncorruptable, but in the other hand, if we're talking about your whole fucking harvest
You see in this world you have to secure your back, bottoms up are the foundation of my representation
It just goes like that, as certain as a bomb, I spark my bong and after that i go to work
And it don't matter where i'm going, i'm gonna go there, flying through skies and swimming over water
Or i just teleport myself into hoods, I always got time for certain jobs
sessions in studio and sesssions in bed, I take care the stone stays in the game (The magician was amazed too)
And nineball i handle always, of course, seven over to the corner, eight isn't hard either
And this finishing is impossible to fuck up.

Check this out, this is that rap, just the shit from which you make dough
The same that sells records like carbon monoxide(old finnish saying), that same from which likes all the fubu guys
That same, i mean exactly the same, word after word and on the backround the thing that pumps
That's the beat, weirdos do them in their flats overly under influence

Old fart, since 76, fellow is the same, but plot is new again
Rock-cock, a bum, a rapper, handbraketurn is the screenplay of my life
First social welfare payment and cup of liquor, (inaudible) start and i move accurately like a pair of compasses
Everyonewalks by his style, i got plenty of them, some of them are awesome and others just great, metaforas
like the next line, I rap like football is tastier than ice-hockey, but topnotch hash always beats bad sex and even that goes if your drunk enough
Tex-mex chili dog, I rap like it's fire, you have heard it so you understand it's real
How many times you have to compare my stuff to the shit you started pushing out? Not even once
My passes hits the court as aces, you just look there like a stupid ass
When you were born i already knew how to fuck, you were crawling when i already did this awesome rap
And i did it with my left hand cause my right is too hard, so you don't have to get injured and keep sickleave
Little mouse, pathetic gerbile, you fear when you see my rhymes flow like the nile

Check this out, this is that rap, just the shit from which you make dough
The same that sells records like carbon monoxide(old finnish saying), that same from which likes all the fubu guys
That same, i mean exactly the same, word after word and on the backround the thing that pumps
That's the beat, weirdos do them in their flats overly under influence

So wind comes from underground, absolutely tasteless and non odorous as an outhouse
you say me say everybody say, rap rule and fart(artists nickname) just don't
chubby, full of punch like super goofy(goofy in donald duck books), this track hits like the first extacy
verbalic gimigs that makes you feel the kicks, that make dogs go crazy and fools chicks everytime
Come on please hey, is someone actually in doubt, that my skills ain't enough? I'm only just resting.
And when i actually start to wake up, other mc's try to gather themselves from tha canvas
certain, like sausage and mash potatoes, me and rap are married like rhytm and blues
Wooden eye just disses and i'm interested in his expression on his face when i next time meet him and stuck my fist in there
oh Where? Mr. Tony Halme(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Halme), doesn't learn from mistakes, at least not enough
Someone should just love that lonely man so he don't have to go all the way to spain and beat innocent robbers
What? Am i still sweating? No fucking way, pulse is 70 and stable, I made my bed yesterday, so today i just lay, go to piss and smoke cigarette, after that rest.

Check this out, this is that rap, just the shit from which you make dough
The same that sells records like carbon monoxide(old finnish saying), that same from which likes all the fubu guys
That same, i mean exactly the same, word after word and on the backround the thing that pumps
That's the beat, weirdos do them in their flats overly under influencehere ...