yo ha Everything from cru to track um repping with dopeness is definite like i just stepped in it any fly beat is a gift you got to rap it right don't like to keep it to myself we share that appetite jokes in my verse is spoken in church October the 1st they choking on turf I'm hitting hard enough to put a car in the shop tarring marvelous rap stars and jarring the props I use to catch em and be home in time (be)for(e) my curfew they'd light sky when I was looking for my pet turtle (bubba) my practice sessions may be proof of who can ask for better nigga catching wreck like a Macintosh Black-n-Decker I wonder how I would walk if nobody was watching me walk I wonder how i would talk if nobody was watching me talk talk i may be closer than you think or what it seems to be when rappers disappear behind like the scenery is it all about the money, is it all about me? c l o u d y in the place to be You control freaks swear you ocd all the ladies wonder where me and OC couldbe its the kind of peace that we associate with sleep put the needle to the groove recline and listen to a beat I'm under the radar I'm sick hmu I'm under the radar I'm sick Maybe I should dumb it down and get down with something simple but i would be bored up out my mind with mad chicks on tv big screen and magazines are far fetch when catching wreck like this i use rhyme like that back when i was sixteen I'm under the radar I'm sick thats my algebra brah Im under the radar im sick peace to all the rappers that feel like we in the same class step up to the microphone and get your fucking brains smashed in they'll put your name last friend Maybe I should tone it down a little beat around the bush baby you may never see me tattted up wow now its all you see is batter up style simple in plain (movie folder) i got game check out my emaciated frame. when the party is pac-man you know I'm never ghost I'm bananas-nanas, apples apples, pears pears, pretzels pretzels boom you'll never see my face on an album cover