prime-one - maximum braggadocio lyrics
i go through more ‘lines’ than coke addicts
find your most sensitive nerve and poke at it
seers and psychics can’t predict what i’ll say
i ‘k!ll’ it like chucky but my game ain’t ‘child’s play’
i’m sizzlin’,never ‘tire’ like michelin
cover more subjects than a college curriculum
so wicked’s my rap that it’s sin
i get death threat messages from the vatican
one of the best in the booth,it’s not stretchin’ the truth
many couldn’t ‘hang’ with this if their neck’s in a noose
drive people so batty when i drop this sk!ll
that they want to get me on air with dr.phil
get a wack mc all twisted and tense
they know what’s comin’ next,they got a visceral sense
what i’m bringin’ is above ’em by a level or two
they hate it but they got to give the devil his due
i’m so ‘gifted’,everyday is like christmas
and my gifts keep giving,call me jolly st.nicholas
send my haters a package with a ribbon and bow
soon after they unwrap it,they can give it a blow
many couldn’t ‘hang’ with this if their neck’s in a noose
drive people so batty when i drop this sk!ll
that they want to get me on air with dr.phil
get a wack mc all twisted and tense
they know what’s comin’ next,they got a visceral sense
what i’m bringin’ is above ’em by a level or two
they hate it but they got to give the devil his due
i’m so ‘gifted,’ every day is like christmas
and my gifts keep giving call me jolly st.nicholas
send my haters a ‘package’ with a ribbon and bow
soon after they unwrap it,they can give it a blow
sh+ttin’ on my critics like my bowels are loose
’cause they ‘rub me the wrong way’ like a lousy masseuse
it’s as if i’m a lawyer and chiropractor combined
’cause i can get ‘on their case’ and ‘on their back’ with my lines
i can’t stop,like a drum or b+tter,i’m ‘on a roll’
or like a student with straight a’s.get it? i’m ‘honor roll’ (on a roll)
metaphorical maven,i’m a freak with a pen
a beast seekin’ to sink t++th deep into skin
i beat up beats,i bruise and batter these bars
i’m more sick than hypochondriacs imagine they are
but the fans like what i do,they think it’s the sh+t
my style’s like a set of double d cups’cause it’s ‘the tits’
truthfully,you would brag too if you were me
and show off the flow like expensive jewelry
but it would be foolish to misconstrue me as pompous
i’m just honestly brutal and brutally honest
shoot from the hip,sh+t,it’s like i’m blastin’ a tec
with more rounds than dollars in the u.s. national debt
i kick ballistics,kick the only ballistics known
that,when kicked,will kick ballistics of their own
competition ain’t tight,i loosened it up
plus most of it’s ‘poor’ like puttin’ juice in a cup
i don’t f+ck with ‘g+y’ sh+t,i give it to you ‘straight’
nowhere near the sewer but what i deliver’s ‘great’ (grate)
i’m a bad mammagamma.no,i am bananas
always ‘appealing’ with my unique brand of grammar
send an e+mail if you think i’m not bomb
triple w suck this until i dot ‘com’
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