Poops - “Remember Me”

[Emcee(s): Poops]

[Producer(s): FBoom]

[Verse 1: Poops]

From streets to aerial flights of ghetto sciences

For the critics that stereotype—that’s why most of my [?]

Dead and ridiculed, in a burial site. It ain’t

Right, but, hey, that’s life. Gotta have skills to bang

Twice. In my laboratory, I study cheese

And train mice. Me and F got the blood of the same type

I apologize to New York for any com-

-plication. I just try to give the brain life with a con-

-versation, but, for some reason, they still don’t understand, son

So, in the Eve of the night, I swallow the Big Apple

Like Adam. All five boroughs at random, from the real

To the fakes, from the pussies to the snakes. They’re all described

And around like character rising face. Like a sketch

Artist, not leaving out one trait. No ex’, seal

The doors off and let no one escape this ‘cause I’ma pul-

-verize with a statement ‘til all comp’ is galvanized

And vanquished. I’m just trying to economize the industry

To be more spacious ‘cause I’ma need a lot of room

To fit these creations, ‘cause I’ma need a lot of room

To fit these creations

[Verse 2: Poops]

Sit at my desk and sketch it, pray to my God to bless this

Righteous shredding while we’re having a bass wedding

To even set it. Yo, F, scratch the racks and bring out

The cuts like calisthenics. Remember me and don’t forget it

Well, we had scratches of matches, but now we gotta

Get sample clearance from these faggot rappers (Yeah)

As long as the flow is sentenced to death row, I’ll

Be copacetic, lounging in the system [?]

But he passed me the mic, he my codefendant

Instead, he can’t wait—let’s just go in and get it

My managers come together, slow-pacing, no racing

And operate like doctors and work on our patients, yo

Check it out. It used to be a hobby, now

It’s work for me, it’s a 9-to-5 hurting emcees

“I thought I left him dead.” Test the strength of the modern-

-time Hercules. The guiding light, niggas must have heard

Of me—that’s why they’re playing son/Sun close like mercury

If the whole world relates to my pain, we’ll be in

A state of emergency, Code Red, all units on standby

Global chaos just to be recording me rhyme

Fans cry, jewels of life dropped like a tear

From a watery eye. Tears drop like a tear

From a watery eye. Fans cry, jewels of life dropped like a tear

From a watery eye