Go Ahead Den

Alright, yo, I'm bust

I'ma kill it, I'ma kill it

Here we go, here we go, yo

My flow is like a cock block for your whole label street team

My verse is like a hearse for your marketing scheme

My whole steez, nigga, please, put the mic down

Talk about your represent when you embarrassing your town

Walking around with the Gay Pride parade crown

Silicone raps underneath that pink gown

Posing as a killer when you living as a clown

Entertaining A&R's too deaf to hear the sound

You are a has been rapper, talking 'bout your style's nice

Saying,? I'm independent now, looking for a new life?

A weak DJ, living off of 80's fame

Guess starring in the basement, living off of Tigga's name

My name's Kardinal, the pearl mic dark figure

Diploma type thoughts mixed up with street niggas

Living underground trying to earn the pop loot

'Cause I won't sell crack and got no aim to shoot

No patience for the weed, not quick enough to thief

Can't pimp, don't like fur coats or gold teeth

But I can rock the hell out of a fat ass beat

I might smile up in your face and then jack your SP

Yo, I'm ill to the 7th degree

T-dot represent, ya hearing me?

(Go ahead den)

Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper with flows

You don't know how a fire starter go

(Go ahead den)

Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky

A make way when I'm stepping in the room

(Go ahead den)

Yo, eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet

Y'all have seen me, ya not seen

(Go ahead den)

Yo, my rhymes are FedEx covered in latex delivered to your Jubby

My charms tribes quest for hot sex, no bust for the next can protect

See when the I drop, the niggas saying, 'what?'

And the skins are saying wet, wet, wet, wet, wet

I'm dripping in 'nuff girls and missing what we trying to say

But talking about a revolution, end up talking about the day

When they can feel a rapper's privates, I'm looking for your mind

But I'm seeing all your titties and a big round behind

Oh, damn girl, you make think 'bout selling out

But oops, your weave just fell out

I am straight from the place that first brought you Vince Carter

The story of Hurricane and imported sugar cane

And snappy pop coming at you three for a dollar

What, Peter loves who? Yo, don't bother to hail it up

In the streets where we meet 'cause you might get beat

And find your head caught between timbos and concrete

And that's real, a lot of ignorant peeps around the way

Ain't trying to bend over to the madness of the day

But do what to do, ayyo, who am I to say?

I just want your records sales anyway

You see me

Someone kill to try and come up

With the things that I say, I'm a bad mother, yo

(Go ahead den)

I'm too fresh like Guess-V in a special way

Special way but everyday

(Go ahead den)

Yo, yo, I'm kick another one

Another one for the mic

Know what I'm saying?

Yo, I'm rolling through my hood system waking up the neighbors

Hell yeah, I know it's wrong but I gotta pump my song

Heavier rotation than Sisqo and Thong Song

I'm the perfect combination of Einstein and Long Dong Silver

Up in one, kick real raps for fun

I'm the black anti-Babylon, rapping shogun

I try not to bus' until I'm sure she cum

If I get a little itch, I check out the whole [Incomprehensible]

My tongue is like an instant check for 7-0's

Write about this, rhyme something about the hoes

Anyways I try to uplift but not too serious yet

Because too much to say makes the Negro's a threat

So we talk about sex and promote the drug game

Even though we know it's wrong, we just trying to make a name

Cha, I'm trying to get my Moms out the ghetto

And you would too if you could flow, stupid

I'm ill to the 7th degree

T-dot represent, ya hearing me

(Go ahead den)

Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper with flows

You don't know how a fire starter go

(Go ahead den)

Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky

A make way when I'm stepping in the room

(Go ahead den)

Yo eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet

Y'all have seen me? Ya not seen

(Go ahead den)

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