Released on April 7, 2009

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[Sample: The Notorious B.I.G.]

I been in this game for years, it made me a animal

It’s rules to this shit (Uh-huh), I wrote me a manual

Manual, manual, manual…


[Intro]

You’re now rocking with DJ Scram Jones

It’s going down, you heard me?

Scram Jones, taking shit over

Wack DJs, fuck you!

You are now listening to Rhymefest

This is El Che: The Manual

Brought to you by Beast Music and Scram Jones


[Verse: Rhymefest]

When you say you love me, it don’t translate

It go into my head, like, “Bitch, I’m straight”

I gotta take this one back to ’88

When cocaine was popping and everything was great

Alpine Radio with two fifteens

Cherokee truck with the tens in between

Gazelle glasses and dookie ropes

And the fur Kangol, that was super dope

Why when I say “80s,” it look so fresh, yo?

When you dress 80s and you look so metro?

Pink glasses with the zipper jackets

Prince open-booty pants, matching asses

At the gay club, giving out free passes

Back in the day that’s what we call “faggots”

Fast-forward, 2000 and now that’s fashion?

Sucka, you missed, I put feelings aside, I know who I am

Not emotional when I pull up in the Cayenne

Porsche truck or a tour bus for us

Pull up to the club and everybody looking awestruck

Aww, shucks, when he see a girl, yeah, “Y’all fucked?”

That’s me, make a boujee nigga spill his Starbucks

You’ll get jumped by all us, flawless… Victory!

Nah, I’m not the type of rapper try to play a girl out

Call her a groupie, get the ass and then break the hell out

Nah, that’s not my strategy, not the game I play

Put her on the street team and make her work all day

Dress her up like a dancer, try to romance her

That’s when she giving you my CD sampler

Pose for a picture, now you on my camera

How the fuck you finna say you ain’t a fan of…?

WHO’S THAT? Rhymefest, but let me digress

If I don’t die soon, then I will not rest

So I will not sleep ‘cause I will not die

’Til death do us part, I’m yours and you’re mine, it’s a

Fatal attraction when I start rapping

Paper-thin, nigga, anything can happen?

It’s as easy as counting to 1, 2, 3

In other words, let us ellzee ayshee [?]

I tell you, you, you, and all of you in the middle

And in the back and in the front: Yo!