YOO BOBBY
WHERE YA AT MAN?
GET TO THE BRIDGE MAN. ABOUT TO SHOOT THIS VIDEO
SEE YOU IN A MOMENT
YO B!
MAN I GOT PEOPLE TO RIGHT TO
BUST COUPLE NERVES, SAME DUDES WANNA FIGHT WHO?
I'M YOUNG LYRICAL MASTERMIND DESPITE YOU. MY MOM THE ONLY BEING DON'T WANNA LIE TO!
OUR BROTHER GONE BUT TOMORROW WE MIGHT TOO!
IT NEVER ENDS WHO YOU STARTED WITH
TOO MUCH BLOOD...I'M THE FIRST STARTER KIT
I GOT THE MOVES MAKE THEM BROADZ GO LOOSE, AND WHEN WE CRUISE LIKE PENELOPE AND LIL TOM, OHH!!
YOU BUGGIN......
LIKE A RASH ON THE BAG OF MY D-BAG! HOMIE YOUR HOMIE TOOK THE POCKET OF T-BAG,
IN THIS WORLD AIN'T NOBODY YOUR FRIEND HOMIE BELIEVE THAT
LEANED BACK WITH MY SEAT...BACK I NEED THAT
IT'S A COMMITMENT..RAPPERS KNOW THAT I'M DIFFERENT UH!!
I GOT THEM BARS MAKE YA PRISON ALL IN IT
NO EXHAUST PIPE! THEY JUST NEED A REASON TO STEP IT !
RIVALS LIKE MARTIN & PAM, GET TO STEPPIN!
I'M WILDIN, NIGHT WATCH OVER WALLS 'N BACK! ALASKA,
WOLF PACK WITH WOLVES AND BATS! ALL BLACK..SWEATSUIT WITH THE HAT TO MATCH
AND THESE KNIVES AND BLADES GOT ME BACK TO BACK!
I'M NOT WITH... OG'S BUT GORILLAS AND CHIMPS. ALL SNATCHERS
WATCH OUT FOR YA GOLDEN RIMS! NO BLASTERS, WE TRYNA REDUCE THE SINS
I'M NOT AVERAGE, MY PEEPS DON'T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN
I'M NOT AVERAGE, MY PEEPS DON'T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN
YO ON THE REAL? I DO IT FOR MY PEEPS WHO DON'T SQUEEL
THEY ALREADY KNOW THE REAL, THEY GOTS TO..MAKE MOVES.. CAUSE TIME AIN'T STILL
YOU CAN..CHILL, I'M A COLD BULLY LIKE BILL
MOROCCO SUMMER BREEZE, SUMMER TIMES AT EASE! AND SOME OF THESE, PIT BULLS THEY CAN BARK 'N SQUEEZE
I RAID IN, SHAOLIN RECOGNIZE THE NAMES, CAUSE IF IT'S..BOUT THE MONEY SURE THEY PLAY NO GAMES
THIS IS MY RITUAL.. LYRICAL INDIVIDUAL. TOUCH ONE OF MY FAM, LEAVE YOUR SITUATION CRITICAL
YOU THE DEFINITION OF A RASSCLAAT BUMB! I'M THE DEFINITION OF WHAT YOU WANT TO BECOME
MAN THESE SCUMB. WILL TURN YA BREAD INTO A CRUMB. YOU ARE NOT MY SON. LEAVE YOU HANGING TILL IT'S
DONE!!!
I'M NOT AVERAGE, MY PEEPS DON'T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN
MY RHYMES MELT LIKE BUTTER, YOU ARE NOT MY TYPE! I DROP MICS LIKE MIKE..
THIS IS NOT YOUR FIGHT! YOU WACK..IF I WAS BLIND, GET YOUR SHIT OUT MY SIGHT. THEY MAD..CAUSE I GOT STYLE AND THEY AINT FEELIN ALRIGHT!
YA BODY CHOPPED UP, THROWN IN THE BERT CANAL
THIS AIN'T BROOKLYN..I AINT GOT STORIES TO TELL. AT.. THE CITY OF DIAMONDS, BREATH VIOLENCE
I'D RATHER TAKE MY CHANCES WITH ANIMALS ON A ISLAND. FILLED WITH..PEDOPHILES AND FRENCH FRIES AND WAFFLES
LET ALONE THE MUSIC, THE RAP SCENE HERE IS AWFUL,
DREADFUL! THE WAY THAT I TALK: RESPECTFUL. CAUSE
KEEP IN MIND TO LET MY RHYTHM BE A LESSON. THAT GO FOR YOU..AND HER.. ALL YA BROAAD!
AND ALL THEM WICKEDY BLASFEMURS INVOLVED!
CAUSE YOU
I'M NOT AVERAGE, MY PEEPS DON'T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN
