[Verse 1]

Nice track, let me spit about chains

I lit a flame, like I'm smoking crack, spit about pain

Next up I gota say hat everybody's spitting the same

(Except for me) I am rapping about different things

And in a different language

Got a tricky advantage

Never panic, 'cause I've been blessed wih a different brain

I gotta claim that I don't care

Middle-finger the fame

Simple and plain - if the Queen's a whore

Then King is to blame (Rrah)

Spit about, how I start revolutions

I spit about indifference causing massive confusion

I spit about being villigent with rapid solutions

Go to a funeral and laugh as I blast my music

Like:

[Chorus]

Rrrram, pam-pam-pam

Rrrram pama-para

Just like Rihanna got a man down sayonara

Like:

Rrrram pam-pam-pam

Rrrram pa-raro

Happines is a warm gun shooting cold ammo

[Verse 2]

Fab like a Fab Four or Cannavaro

I'm kinda dope, crip-walking like Captain Sparrow

Hit the motherfucking bullseye wih wrong arrow

My dick skeleton hard, I'm cumming bone marrow (Woof)

That last line, that was so shallow

My mind's narrow like the towers of an old pharaoh

(The Pyramids) think about it, I'm an odd mammal

Worrying about my lungs while I smoke Camels

I'm like, Aloe Blacc, I need a dollar

Reincarnaition of Salvador Dali, avida DollarS

Fuck that, I wanna be Apollo

So tell Zeus I am coming for his spot

And his pretty daughters

Wherever I go, the city follows

The pretty models try to flee but the heels

Make'em fall on their skinny bottoms

Seeing the world via Biggie's goggles

Hate me or love me

Got the Heart of the City boggled

[Outro]

Love, love me do...