2011 Pt. 2
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๐ Lyrics
They hollering at the K back
M.I crooked slay that, been killing beats since adapt
Yeah, me and rhymes go way back, way back
Time machine flow when I was swanging and riding
If you ain't repping for your people then you're shucking and jiving
Tap dancing and sliding to beat that you can't comprehend
How dare you speak on where I'm from if you ain't never been
Fried cool-aid who made, never ate that in fact
Grandma was chefing for real, made meals off love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor, I'd rather take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised Basketball Wives
And not tornadoes in the South and how we lost lives
Still rebuilding, pray for the children that have no hero
Only the villains that tell them get money
Sleep when you die, I find it funny
Because when you rest in peace don't mean fast asleep in slumber
Thank God and stay humble
Real rock, rap and not to Xerox, weird not
Enough to make you fear a lot from here watch
I ran scrimmage and I fought to the damn finish
And I popped eyes open without eating me canned spinach
My fans in it constantly tellin' me I can win it
If I stand grimace damagin' man every damn minute
I blend then expands, quick it slams wicked rhyme
Grand spittage, I'm with it, fam dig, it's N9ne
Yeah, hard to see me like the background
Your rap styles comin' softer than a cat's meow
Red laces big-booted like I'm Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by my cannibal from Sac Town
So relax pal, pat down, gat down, bat down, blackout
With a fat smile, I might react foul, so don't make this cat growl
I caught everybody when I spazzed wow, who do I catch now?
Yeah
Cleveland, what up
Yeah, Kells, uh Cobain's back
I smell like teen spirit man, Cobain's back
And I got these teens screaming like Cobain's back
You try me, and I'll make you a legend like Cobain's strap, yeah
They say I'm wasting my time
Where the watch at? How he got that?
They say it wasn't my time, where the watch at?
Now watch that
Speed of my syllables rhymes
Better clock that
Stop that
Bad Boy, gave me the contract and I dot that
Now who the heck is this, with his pants red as six-six-six
All up in your girlfriend's TwitPics?
That Eastside boy up out the two-one-six
That's making these other rappers get Melo like the Knicks, eh
Get you spitters huck-to finished
And when y'all win the game and the cypher was a scrimmage
So everybody gossiping tell a friend and a pigeon
How this white boy just bodied Black Entertainment Television, lace up
Pushing a hoopty bumping the Fugees
My life is a scary movie, your life is a male groupie
Kendrick Lamar broke the handle with 22 -
Stuffed it in my mouth and cack, cack, cack
Killed the rappers that knew me
Compton's most wanted, I live my life in a dungeon
Came out a dragon, I can probably touch the sun with
My bare hands, what are your plans to win a Grammy?
Sweet taste of victory, like Oprah's-
Don't judge me that's just some irony, trust me
I like to laugh and get lucky
My sense of humor is rumored to be a Gemini's company, come with me
In the planet rock and I plan to rock in a
Plantation chasing many legends that made it
Face it, you will never be Pac-10 even when the planet stop
I'm 2012 on a 12-inch, aiming straight for your pelvis
Elvis would come back as a black if you was hot
You're just a mascot on a Kim Kardashian ass-shot
Yo, full-blooded pedigree, prizefighter special breed
My flow slow, they say it got special needs
I'm talking Ritalin, maybe even Adderall
Four bars from me would probably kill your whole catalog
16 would make Deborah Lee cut the channel off
32 would make Paul Bunyan take the flannel off
64 make your mama want 60 more
I eat haters, check the crumbs on my kitchen floor
They say my music's pop
I call it buyin' cribs for my mama, shakin' hands with Obama
And if you don't believe me go online and check the pic
And if you check my flip cam you'll see your sister in a flick
I'm perfect from the field it's like I can't miss
I'm on a rant like Durant no pick, no assist
Y'all tripping on tip, get off my man neck
I'm just saying Martha Stewart left prison in a jet
M.I crooked slay that, been killing beats since adapt
Yeah, me and rhymes go way back, way back
Time machine flow when I was swanging and riding
If you ain't repping for your people then you're shucking and jiving
Tap dancing and sliding to beat that you can't comprehend
How dare you speak on where I'm from if you ain't never been
Fried cool-aid who made, never ate that in fact
Grandma was chefing for real, made meals off love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor, I'd rather take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised Basketball Wives
And not tornadoes in the South and how we lost lives
Still rebuilding, pray for the children that have no hero
Only the villains that tell them get money
Sleep when you die, I find it funny
Because when you rest in peace don't mean fast asleep in slumber
Thank God and stay humble
Real rock, rap and not to Xerox, weird not
Enough to make you fear a lot from here watch
I ran scrimmage and I fought to the damn finish
And I popped eyes open without eating me canned spinach
My fans in it constantly tellin' me I can win it
If I stand grimace damagin' man every damn minute
I blend then expands, quick it slams wicked rhyme
Grand spittage, I'm with it, fam dig, it's N9ne
Yeah, hard to see me like the background
Your rap styles comin' softer than a cat's meow
Red laces big-booted like I'm Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by my cannibal from Sac Town
So relax pal, pat down, gat down, bat down, blackout
With a fat smile, I might react foul, so don't make this cat growl
I caught everybody when I spazzed wow, who do I catch now?
Yeah
Cleveland, what up
Yeah, Kells, uh Cobain's back
I smell like teen spirit man, Cobain's back
And I got these teens screaming like Cobain's back
You try me, and I'll make you a legend like Cobain's strap, yeah
They say I'm wasting my time
Where the watch at? How he got that?
They say it wasn't my time, where the watch at?
Now watch that
Speed of my syllables rhymes
Better clock that
Stop that
Bad Boy, gave me the contract and I dot that
Now who the heck is this, with his pants red as six-six-six
All up in your girlfriend's TwitPics?
That Eastside boy up out the two-one-six
That's making these other rappers get Melo like the Knicks, eh
Get you spitters huck-to finished
And when y'all win the game and the cypher was a scrimmage
So everybody gossiping tell a friend and a pigeon
How this white boy just bodied Black Entertainment Television, lace up
Pushing a hoopty bumping the Fugees
My life is a scary movie, your life is a male groupie
Kendrick Lamar broke the handle with 22 -
Stuffed it in my mouth and cack, cack, cack
Killed the rappers that knew me
Compton's most wanted, I live my life in a dungeon
Came out a dragon, I can probably touch the sun with
My bare hands, what are your plans to win a Grammy?
Sweet taste of victory, like Oprah's-
Don't judge me that's just some irony, trust me
I like to laugh and get lucky
My sense of humor is rumored to be a Gemini's company, come with me
In the planet rock and I plan to rock in a
Plantation chasing many legends that made it
Face it, you will never be Pac-10 even when the planet stop
I'm 2012 on a 12-inch, aiming straight for your pelvis
Elvis would come back as a black if you was hot
You're just a mascot on a Kim Kardashian ass-shot
Yo, full-blooded pedigree, prizefighter special breed
My flow slow, they say it got special needs
I'm talking Ritalin, maybe even Adderall
Four bars from me would probably kill your whole catalog
16 would make Deborah Lee cut the channel off
32 would make Paul Bunyan take the flannel off
64 make your mama want 60 more
I eat haters, check the crumbs on my kitchen floor
They say my music's pop
I call it buyin' cribs for my mama, shakin' hands with Obama
And if you don't believe me go online and check the pic
And if you check my flip cam you'll see your sister in a flick
I'm perfect from the field it's like I can't miss
I'm on a rant like Durant no pick, no assist
Y'all tripping on tip, get off my man neck
I'm just saying Martha Stewart left prison in a jet
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.99] They hollering at the K back
[00:03.21] M.I crooked slay that, been killing beats since adapt
[00:05.52] Yeah, me and rhymes go way back, way back
[00:07.60] Time machine flow when I was swanging and riding
[00:09.93] If you ain't repping for your people then you're shucking and jiving
[00:12.45] Tap dancing and sliding to beat that you can't comprehend
[00:15.40] How dare you speak on where I'm from if you ain't never been
[00:17.82] Fried cool-aid who made, never ate that in fact
[00:20.52] Grandma was chefing for real, made meals off love and scraps
[00:23.25] Thank God for my country folk and family
[00:25.32] Instead of a metaphor, I'd rather take it by James Anderson
[00:28.16] Damaging how they televised Basketball Wives
[00:30.60] And not tornadoes in the South and how we lost lives
[00:33.19] Still rebuilding, pray for the children that have no hero
[00:35.95] Only the villains that tell them get money
[00:37.98] Sleep when you die, I find it funny
[00:40.09] Because when you rest in peace don't mean fast asleep in slumber
[00:42.45] Thank God and stay humble
[00:48.64] Real rock, rap and not to Xerox, weird not
[00:51.34] Enough to make you fear a lot from here watch
[00:53.34] I ran scrimmage and I fought to the damn finish
[00:55.84] And I popped eyes open without eating me canned spinach
[00:58.28] My fans in it constantly tellin' me I can win it
[01:00.64] If I stand grimace damagin' man every damn minute
[01:03.41] I blend then expands, quick it slams wicked rhyme
[01:06.17] Grand spittage, I'm with it, fam dig, it's N9ne
[01:08.82] Yeah, hard to see me like the background
[01:11.62] Your rap styles comin' softer than a cat's meow
[01:14.05] Red laces big-booted like I'm Iraq bound
[01:16.36] That frown will get you ate by my cannibal from Sac Town
[01:19.37] So relax pal, pat down, gat down, bat down, blackout
[01:21.99] With a fat smile, I might react foul, so don't make this cat growl
[01:25.98] I caught everybody when I spazzed wow, who do I catch now?
[01:30.63] Yeah
[01:32.52] Cleveland, what up
[01:33.58] Yeah, Kells, uh Cobain's back
[01:36.58] I smell like teen spirit man, Cobain's back
[01:39.00] And I got these teens screaming like Cobain's back
[01:41.10] You try me, and I'll make you a legend like Cobain's strap, yeah
[01:44.76] They say I'm wasting my time
[01:45.83] Where the watch at? How he got that?
[01:47.46] They say it wasn't my time, where the watch at?
[01:49.02] Now watch that
[01:49.95] Speed of my syllables rhymes
[01:50.95] Better clock that
[01:51.78] Stop that
[01:52.47] Bad Boy, gave me the contract and I dot that
[01:54.46] Now who the heck is this, with his pants red as six-six-six
[01:57.37] All up in your girlfriend's TwitPics?
[01:59.46] That Eastside boy up out the two-one-six
[02:01.92] That's making these other rappers get Melo like the Knicks, eh
[02:04.91] Get you spitters huck-to finished
[02:07.55] And when y'all win the game and the cypher was a scrimmage
[02:09.65] So everybody gossiping tell a friend and a pigeon
[02:12.28] How this white boy just bodied Black Entertainment Television, lace up
[02:19.45] Pushing a hoopty bumping the Fugees
[02:20.99] My life is a scary movie, your life is a male groupie
[02:23.92] Kendrick Lamar broke the handle with 22 -
[02:26.18] Stuffed it in my mouth and cack, cack, cack
[02:27.53] Killed the rappers that knew me
[02:28.88] Compton's most wanted, I live my life in a dungeon
[02:31.76] Came out a dragon, I can probably touch the sun with
[02:33.83] My bare hands, what are your plans to win a Grammy?
[02:36.57] Sweet taste of victory, like Oprah's-
[02:39.57] Don't judge me that's just some irony, trust me
[02:41.35] I like to laugh and get lucky
[02:42.66] My sense of humor is rumored to be a Gemini's company, come with me
[02:45.86] In the planet rock and I plan to rock in a
[02:47.75] Plantation chasing many legends that made it
[02:49.46] Face it, you will never be Pac-10 even when the planet stop
[02:51.82] I'm 2012 on a 12-inch, aiming straight for your pelvis
[02:54.99] Elvis would come back as a black if you was hot
[02:56.93] You're just a mascot on a Kim Kardashian ass-shot
[03:03.95] Yo, full-blooded pedigree, prizefighter special breed
[03:07.24] My flow slow, they say it got special needs
[03:09.88] I'm talking Ritalin, maybe even Adderall
[03:12.13] Four bars from me would probably kill your whole catalog
[03:14.62] 16 would make Deborah Lee cut the channel off
[03:17.14] 32 would make Paul Bunyan take the flannel off
[03:20.00] 64 make your mama want 60 more
[03:22.68] I eat haters, check the crumbs on my kitchen floor
[03:25.27] They say my music's pop
[03:26.52] I call it buyin' cribs for my mama, shakin' hands with Obama
[03:29.73] And if you don't believe me go online and check the pic
[03:32.22] And if you check my flip cam you'll see your sister in a flick
[03:34.81] I'm perfect from the field it's like I can't miss
[03:37.29] I'm on a rant like Durant no pick, no assist
[03:39.81] Y'all tripping on tip, get off my man neck
[03:42.33] I'm just saying Martha Stewart left prison in a jet
[03:46.07]
[00:03.21] M.I crooked slay that, been killing beats since adapt
[00:05.52] Yeah, me and rhymes go way back, way back
[00:07.60] Time machine flow when I was swanging and riding
[00:09.93] If you ain't repping for your people then you're shucking and jiving
[00:12.45] Tap dancing and sliding to beat that you can't comprehend
[00:15.40] How dare you speak on where I'm from if you ain't never been
[00:17.82] Fried cool-aid who made, never ate that in fact
[00:20.52] Grandma was chefing for real, made meals off love and scraps
[00:23.25] Thank God for my country folk and family
[00:25.32] Instead of a metaphor, I'd rather take it by James Anderson
[00:28.16] Damaging how they televised Basketball Wives
[00:30.60] And not tornadoes in the South and how we lost lives
[00:33.19] Still rebuilding, pray for the children that have no hero
[00:35.95] Only the villains that tell them get money
[00:37.98] Sleep when you die, I find it funny
[00:40.09] Because when you rest in peace don't mean fast asleep in slumber
[00:42.45] Thank God and stay humble
[00:48.64] Real rock, rap and not to Xerox, weird not
[00:51.34] Enough to make you fear a lot from here watch
[00:53.34] I ran scrimmage and I fought to the damn finish
[00:55.84] And I popped eyes open without eating me canned spinach
[00:58.28] My fans in it constantly tellin' me I can win it
[01:00.64] If I stand grimace damagin' man every damn minute
[01:03.41] I blend then expands, quick it slams wicked rhyme
[01:06.17] Grand spittage, I'm with it, fam dig, it's N9ne
[01:08.82] Yeah, hard to see me like the background
[01:11.62] Your rap styles comin' softer than a cat's meow
[01:14.05] Red laces big-booted like I'm Iraq bound
[01:16.36] That frown will get you ate by my cannibal from Sac Town
[01:19.37] So relax pal, pat down, gat down, bat down, blackout
[01:21.99] With a fat smile, I might react foul, so don't make this cat growl
[01:25.98] I caught everybody when I spazzed wow, who do I catch now?
[01:30.63] Yeah
[01:32.52] Cleveland, what up
[01:33.58] Yeah, Kells, uh Cobain's back
[01:36.58] I smell like teen spirit man, Cobain's back
[01:39.00] And I got these teens screaming like Cobain's back
[01:41.10] You try me, and I'll make you a legend like Cobain's strap, yeah
[01:44.76] They say I'm wasting my time
[01:45.83] Where the watch at? How he got that?
[01:47.46] They say it wasn't my time, where the watch at?
[01:49.02] Now watch that
[01:49.95] Speed of my syllables rhymes
[01:50.95] Better clock that
[01:51.78] Stop that
[01:52.47] Bad Boy, gave me the contract and I dot that
[01:54.46] Now who the heck is this, with his pants red as six-six-six
[01:57.37] All up in your girlfriend's TwitPics?
[01:59.46] That Eastside boy up out the two-one-six
[02:01.92] That's making these other rappers get Melo like the Knicks, eh
[02:04.91] Get you spitters huck-to finished
[02:07.55] And when y'all win the game and the cypher was a scrimmage
[02:09.65] So everybody gossiping tell a friend and a pigeon
[02:12.28] How this white boy just bodied Black Entertainment Television, lace up
[02:19.45] Pushing a hoopty bumping the Fugees
[02:20.99] My life is a scary movie, your life is a male groupie
[02:23.92] Kendrick Lamar broke the handle with 22 -
[02:26.18] Stuffed it in my mouth and cack, cack, cack
[02:27.53] Killed the rappers that knew me
[02:28.88] Compton's most wanted, I live my life in a dungeon
[02:31.76] Came out a dragon, I can probably touch the sun with
[02:33.83] My bare hands, what are your plans to win a Grammy?
[02:36.57] Sweet taste of victory, like Oprah's-
[02:39.57] Don't judge me that's just some irony, trust me
[02:41.35] I like to laugh and get lucky
[02:42.66] My sense of humor is rumored to be a Gemini's company, come with me
[02:45.86] In the planet rock and I plan to rock in a
[02:47.75] Plantation chasing many legends that made it
[02:49.46] Face it, you will never be Pac-10 even when the planet stop
[02:51.82] I'm 2012 on a 12-inch, aiming straight for your pelvis
[02:54.99] Elvis would come back as a black if you was hot
[02:56.93] You're just a mascot on a Kim Kardashian ass-shot
[03:03.95] Yo, full-blooded pedigree, prizefighter special breed
[03:07.24] My flow slow, they say it got special needs
[03:09.88] I'm talking Ritalin, maybe even Adderall
[03:12.13] Four bars from me would probably kill your whole catalog
[03:14.62] 16 would make Deborah Lee cut the channel off
[03:17.14] 32 would make Paul Bunyan take the flannel off
[03:20.00] 64 make your mama want 60 more
[03:22.68] I eat haters, check the crumbs on my kitchen floor
[03:25.27] They say my music's pop
[03:26.52] I call it buyin' cribs for my mama, shakin' hands with Obama
[03:29.73] And if you don't believe me go online and check the pic
[03:32.22] And if you check my flip cam you'll see your sister in a flick
[03:34.81] I'm perfect from the field it's like I can't miss
[03:37.29] I'm on a rant like Durant no pick, no assist
[03:39.81] Y'all tripping on tip, get off my man neck
[03:42.33] I'm just saying Martha Stewart left prison in a jet
[03:46.07]