Yo I bought that album man it's wack man

I'm tellin you I don't like it

I'ma be honest man

Honest?

I'm dead up I'm serious

Serious?

I don't feel it man the drums are too weak

I don't feel the snares

Coulda used a different type of sample

You're wack man yeah..

Yo that kid is wack his father's wack

His group is wack that's word word black

I'm detrimental I hop up on this instrumental

Smack your face with mitts, a pile of grease filled with grits

Burn you like Teddy Pendergrass, tap you on that ass

I'm Big Jim, shut your mouth, call me Jimmy Steel

Don't freestyle, Chemical Bank, y'all keep it real

On Lollapalooza, their butts packed with German Lugers

On tour dates, stashin mad work in milk crates

Rock groups get smacked, speakers dropped, on they back

Some damage I'm raw, kid the blood is on your kneecaps

Let's get scuffed up, your castle more than roughed up

Pockets with royalties, you gets, no loyalties

That's word bill, sell your house's mortgage off the hill

I'm for real necks, payin crackers for my Ampex

Yeah!

It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

You got commercial records, no monies in your wack pockets

You get jerked, my Master-charge-Card's doin work

Eight thousand grills, all these Franklin heads, big head bills

You go 'head wrap balogna sandwich in yo' backpack

School kids up no joke on record labels, y'all still broke

Don't flex at me, who's this kid, standin next to me

I got versatile sawed-off shotgun WIC checks with me

Suckers I'm android, no time to feel