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You can catch me in the big body S-Class wit chrome spinnersPulling up to the club wit a brim, ice and the chinchillaStacking that skrilla in a legal wayRock stadiums from Nicaragua down to San Tropez, heyAnd I ain’t even gotta curse in my rapsI keep it gully while I’m spitting this fire on hot tracksMy skills speak for themselvesI’m like a young LL back in the day when he was rocking the bellsThe Sly Stallone of the microphone, I’m old school like Special KTurbo and Ozone, rep for my people like I’m Che GuevaraWit a derby and linen pants plus a guallaveraOh, I’m so sick they sending ambulances to resuscitate the mic from my verbal thrashingCash advances, and top brand fashionGuaranteed to rock the spot and keep the party peeps dancing
I had to switch up the flow for all the DJ’s spinning wax in the clubSo when ya hear my joint yall better turn it up, louderSuvelo, blast that music bro, respect the flow, ya listening to a music proThe Burt Bacharach of rap is back ready to make ya move ya body And lean back like Joe CrackWoah get ya hands in the air and wave them back and forth in the atmosphereI know ya wondering if the rumors are true, believe the hypeI am the dopest rapper to come through wit brand new series of rap arts like kung fuYou don’t believe me, ya crew could get hung toI run through anybody opposingDon’t make me have to tell you againI’m Gods chosen, like Peter, Matthew, Mark, Luke and JohnNow everybody just bounce to this new hit song, What!
From sold out arenas to the silver screenI move crowds and drop hits that make the people screamStack cream, get chauffeured in stretched out limousinesI’m a hot album, you just a ahhh 16T-Bone is hard as it gets and I don’t fly first class, why?I travel with chef’s on private jetsThat’s why you mad and upset, homieI paid my dues though, been ripping these mic’s since tape decksSo place your bets, I’m the best yetMove the crowd and make ya bounce like bad checksI got next, like the WNBA, defeating me is like blacks joining the KKKIt won’t happen, like hoods without guns clappingOr hip-hop wit no DJ’s and MC’s rappingIt’s contradictory, none of you’ll ever get wit meThe dopest to ever breathe on a mic and claim victory
I had to switch up the flow for all the DJ’s spinning wax in the clubSo when ya hear my joint yall better turn it up, louderSuvelo, blast that music bro, respect the flow, ya listening to a music proThe Burt Bacharach of rap is back ready to make ya move ya body And lean back like Joe CrackWoah get ya hands in the air and wave them back and forth in the atmosphereI know ya wondering if the rumors are true, believe the hypeI am the dopest rapper to come through wit brand new series of rap arts like kung fuYou don’t believe me, ya crew could get hung toI run through anybody opposingDon’t make me have to tell you againI’m Gods chosen, like Peter, Matthew, Mark, Luke and JohnNow everybody just bounce to this new hit song, What!
From sold out arenas to the silver screenI move crowds and drop hits that make the people screamStack cream, get chauffeured in stretched out limousinesI’m a hot album, you just a ahhh 16T-Bone is hard as it gets and I don’t fly first class, why?I travel with chef’s on private jetsThat’s why you mad and upset, homieI paid my dues though, been ripping these mic’s since tape decksSo place your bets, I’m the best yetMove the crowd and make ya bounce like bad checksI got next, like the WNBA, defeating me is like blacks joining the KKKIt won’t happen, like hoods without guns clappingOr hip-hop wit no DJ’s and MC’s rappingIt’s contradictory, none of you’ll ever get wit meThe dopest to ever breathe on a mic and claim victory
