hoov – the next one lyrics
[intro: richard nixon, sampled]
my fellow americans…
one of the tragedies of life is that as a rule, a man’s true greatness is recognized only in death—hoover was one of the rare exceptions to that rule
he became a living legend, while still a young man
and he lived up to his legend, as the decades p-ssed
[hoov]
i’ll take it
[verse 1: hoov]
so what’s anotha brotha’s baby momma’s shake-y drama
spent two hundred comma triple zip on better karma
i ain’t no hindu buddhist criss-cross -ss dalai lama
but i always see big picture, wide-eyed hit? sure, cinerama
i did too many drugs and the next one might cause a problem
mental issues but some ‘misuse’ yeah that tends to solve ‘em
flowing in this shit so call this kid an, ‘alcoholic solvent’
wait, no, ‘solute’ [salute] yeah that works, too
we makin’ moves so haul it
[hook: hoov]
i think i did too many drugs, tho (yeeahp!)
f-ckin’ wit my flow, call it menopausal
but i’m pretty sure that if i pop another (one more)
then i’ll k!ll the verse like ‘cain did to a brotha
[verse 2: hoov]
so—call me a period cuz my flow, is nasty
i’m like jack the ripper, you can’t catch me
plus, i tear b-tches up
you could be a prude or you could be a slut
or jersey mutt that’s chasin’ b-tch
i k!ll f-ckas like jason b-tch
so here’s da sitch i’m from the ‘6
not drake’s fake shit the real one, kid
that’s 2-0-6, i’m rife with hits
make trifle b-tches look dyslexic
yo, mac? where your freestyles at?
i’ve heard they ‘phat,’ wait i meant wack
you gave a bad rep to seatown rap
seeing funny shit like seeing clowns cr-p
so if they ask, “who’s this ‘hoov’?”
tell ‘em, “the next one, move!”
[hook]
[verse 3: hoov]
on the real though i’m just waiting for this girl to save me (but she a b-tch!)
i’m sure she’s late, but just in case i’ll sell my soul to ‘“sadie” [satan] (f-ck it anyway)
no more pills and no more deals i just wanna hold my baby (no i don’t)
until she’s late—in another way—and that shit will be crazy! (and go f-ck herself)
now i’m just hoping that cryptic coping ain’t so open that y’all can poke it
might f-ck it up, and she’ll say
“yo hoov, that’s enough because i’m gettin’ uncomfortable—i’m just kidding, i want some pearls, but some real ones this time.”
i said, “sure thing, ‘cyanide’.”
[hook]
[outro]
that it? alright. ’til next time. postscript: i need a producer!
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