3 a.m. wakin up with so many contradictions
should i get some sleep
or satisfy my rhyme addiction
2 hell with it i will sleep when im dead
right now im gonna do me
give and receive respect from the bro hams
make the femmes scream like white gurls
in a scary movie
the savage beast in me wont bite
unless a femme like it kinky
be a perfect gentleman in the morning
at night i be dirk diggla you can be my pinky
make you scream like its the dawn of the dead
then chill
and take a swill of some kool aid red
i got madd respect 4 the words
never let the boy you bads go 2 my head
quickest way 2 be mislead
is 2 suck your own blackhead
im confident yet humble
speak from the heart dont stumble
recite on an open mic
i aint gonna mumble
stay deep in the pocket
slick like mike vick
brotha i dont fumble
i stay away from interceptions
try my best 2 leave the right impression
im tired of havin one hand on the bible
and one hand on a smith and wesson
that duality is primarily a by product
of a ghetto gone madness
i dont want 2 be the baddest
all the bad azz cats i knew
flew to heaven and left they mommas the saddest
yo gmoney im leavin haters cryin and weezy
jealousy is cheesy
innuendo of this mic pro
dont pleeze me
still cant nobody but god freeze me
say what ya gotta say lady
sway da way you sway baby
but pleeze dont tease me
im a grown azz man dawg
i aint got nuthin made
nothin anybody can do 2 persuade
go no mp3 to be played
so it dont matter if i pierce da belly of a rhyme
or just fade
into blackness
i drop so many vowels
it be like too many cherries in your bowels
aye e eye dont owe you
so why come you be a hater
here take this pack of now and laters
so you can suck on something
while i slo mo this rhyme on the telestrator
shout out 2 oaktown
im all dressed in silver and black
come across the middle i gotta attack
make em..shake em..break em
like they sammie white
and im black jack tatum
when my voice box locks
i bend air like an avatar
madd love 2 the old skool shalamar
because this is 4 the lover in you
this joint is 4 my original crew
back when the aye ell was raisin hell
i see da ladies bobbin heads
2 the pulsation of my riddim track
if sayton wasnt behind me
i swear id be like kobe
stackin trophies back 2 black
but i aint a silverback
no thrilla in manilla
due respect 2 ali
but smokin joe is pure philly
and he never was a gorilla
4 a.m. coffee on and im wide awake
takin a byte outta rhymes
but how many bites can one man take
might have fam comin 2 my wake
if i dont rest mo betta
but when i close my eyez
all is see is rhyme schemes and letters
i crank up my headphones
listen 2 pearl jam lead singer eddie vedder
just like my coffee i dig their song black
and i quote this amazing lyric...
and now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds of what was everything. oh the pictures have all been washed in black..tattooed everything
i aint got anything made
nothin anybody can do 2 persuade
got no mp3 to be played
dont matter whether i pierce da belly of a rhyme
or just fade into blackness