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iron solomon - get on my level lyrics

[hook] (2x)
they know i’m at a level
that they never could attain
they never could attain
never, never could attain
they know i’m at a level
that they never could attain
never, never could attain
so they mentioning my name

[verse 1]
momma’s baby’s living largely, actin’ crazy in the party
i got shopping on rodeo and those places never charge me
being lazy, show up tardy, burning haze and sippin’ forties
every night, a different city, every night a different shorty
when i go to bed, i’m wasted, when i wake up, it’s an orgy
all these rappers wanna be me, all they ladies wanna charm me
but there music doesn’t add up to the way i’m spittin’ hardly
i’m like ken from ken and ryu, they like ken from ken and barbie
so they see me as a tyrant they look up to like an idol
try to follow in my foot steps so they runnin’ with my style
still they jealous on the low though, cause they wanna wear my t-tle
but the distance in between us is one hundred and fifty miles
so i’m spinnin’ circles round them but they dumb and in denial
so they thinkin’ they can beat me, this is such a vicious cycle
i’ve been speaking like a preacher who’s been thumpin’ on his bible
but the music that i’m bumpin’, it should come inside a vial
every word out of my mouth is like bullet from a rifle
so the dj’s in the house have all been pullin’ up my vinyl
pull up!! woman buggin’ in the aisles
wanna put they pretty p-ssies on my chubby little smile
wanna f-ck me, wanna hump me, wanna hug me for survival
doesn’t matter if they black or white, they love me like i’m michael
and the teacher told my parents i was just a different child
got an a in all my cl-sses, never studied for the finals

[hook] (2x)

[verse 2]
all my enemies is saying they gonna see me when they find me
but i’m picking out my victims with a eeny, meeny, miny
and my bars is gettin’ bigger, yours is teeny-weeny, tiny
besides everywhere i’m headed my whole team will be behind me
shoutin’ “veni, vidi, vici,” out in venice on a beach
we coming from the rotten apple, out here everything ain’t peachy
so i’m working hard as ever but it’s never looked so easy
extra phone line in my home now so the president can reach me
baby mama’s call me papa cause i’m fresher than a premi
i’ve been s-xing with your sweetie, trying to get in her bikini
i just came up off the radio, i’m prepping for the tv
then i’m heading up to harlem where they pressing up my cd
see we got pull up in this business, yes it’s stronger than a tractor
when i quit it than my fitted will belong up in the rafters
gettin’ money like a hustler but i’m not another trapper
i just own my own recordings, gettin’ dollars off a masters
and i made it to the majors from a college level slacker
out in cali, in the valley, up in hollywood with actors
and i’m rufflin’ some feathers because all these other rappers
get perturbed when they bird wanna polly with a cracker
i give her what she wants, what she needs
and she string them along for the cheese
i make’em fall then i leave
like autumn and i’m gone be the breeze

[hook](2x)

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