[Tame One]

Maybe I should try to sell more records than Lady Gaga

To be the high god on the iPod that I got

You think not, I'm so sure

Cuz I got more pull than coke straw

What else you think is cracking like jokes for

Spit like a broken jaw, here to Arkansas

Wit darts galore, so my parts are raw, beef wit carnivores

Mastered the art of war, blasted off the wall

Fuck a back and forth, acting soft, what you rapping for

Pass it off, my tracks sold past gold

Asshole, hot as Tabasco

I rock international with props like the magic show

Rabbit in the hat stab it in the back with a hatchet

Bring it back to life afterwards, so you clap bitch

Applause from what I record, standing ovate for what I plan to make

Puff a 10 gram bag up in your face

And if not, why not? My whole squad is Def like Sy Scott

White hot like I was cyclops eye drops

To get the red out

I'll put your head out like your dick's on fire

Rolling through bricks on sticks like the Flintstone tires

Yabba dabba fuck a rapper like a groupie

Don't try to stoop me

I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi

[Burnt MD]

See you wanna be who you are

The ground when I came in on my feet I'm starving

Wanna fill my fucking stomach up

Eat a beat until my mother comes

Back in the womb where I'm coming from

And a doctor with a son that's drumming

See the other side a the wonderland

Do the space time funnel dance

Shift at light speed

Drift off the galaxy and I'm coming fast wanna love at last

All the pain in my veins when I cum it's the breath of life and death in a one night stand in the alley in the back a club don't wanna be the daddy of a baby if I don't pull out I'm crazy …n I'm craaaaazy

Yeah

And I got a gun

Powww

And I am a sun

Wanna look up at the sky

Wanna see me coming out when you feel the heat

Wonda why?

It's how I love

[LoDeck]

I can't be faded like Snoop said on chronic, nah, Dre did

Still rolling through towns with eyes shaded

Keep the 3rd one elevated, scoping fatal flaws on fools daily

Greatly debated, my footprint left a mark on this

State of vocal powers jabbing in all directions

Like a Buddhist goddess on cassettes

A slice of this thing of ours

Stay preserved for scholars

Like a statuette, my street

IQ is of a major runner

But the fact I keep it 90's mindset in this futurama

No "pop up video" with young Madonna

I bring the seminar of skill nirvana

Turning suburban galas into Syriana, Freedom monger

To feed the hunger of a freak persona

All the sonic drama you'd think Shawn Kemp slam dunked your mama

If you got skills they're looking at you like a Unibomber

It's time for renaissance, Leonardo

And all them classical Italiano whinos

Mastery of rhyme patterns from the vintage vinyls

I'm wide awake now, it's all cake now, the whiskey sours

We in the lab for a few hours..Ha