Yeah x15
what is this?
Fly sporadic, let's get dramatic,
cause I'm new with no static, I'm new with no static.
Cause' here's a smirk from a Provac shot,
I put two hands together like 12 o'clock.
So applause, cause' y'all come to see charizma throw,
I've got features and I'm funky like a project hoe.
I'm slamming girls from Marry to Carrey but I'm not acting hard,
It's not my birthday but I'm pulling cards.
Attention la-ladies and gentlemen,
it's hard for me to swim, so I don't dive in.
Cause' when the threshold rips, you see I came to brawl;
I'll take you wack MCs puma suits and all.
Seven mics, seven rhymes, seven styles,
you're not fat, it's like you ran seven miles.
I'm sorry my friend,
I left my rhymes in a s*****x; a week later I opened it was timberlands.
Look out or take out cause' he ain't breakin a sweat.
I'm just rockin a boat and you're the sailors on my deck.
And if my pockets were filled with gold and silver,
I'd be shy to give it up to set that gold digger.
In the b boy stanz I'm in the smog all alone.
When I didn't have a mic I rapped on headphones.
I'm slopping your foldin, I'm smokin you're jokin,
my girls are like seven eleven always open.
So rack the rhymes up, and cue the tape.
If rappin was pool I'd hit the eight ball and off the break.
And I collect dough from what I'm kicking yo.
I'm not in a fraternity so don't step to me at a show.
so I guess I'll be worn with class and glare.
Charizma and Peanut b***er Wolf the hells up outta here.
Peace!
what is this?
Fly sporadic, let's get dramatic,
cause I'm new with no static, I'm new with no static.
Cause' here's a smirk from a Provac shot,
I put two hands together like 12 o'clock.
So applause, cause' y'all come to see charizma throw,
I've got features and I'm funky like a project hoe.
I'm slamming girls from Marry to Carrey but I'm not acting hard,
It's not my birthday but I'm pulling cards.
Attention la-ladies and gentlemen,
it's hard for me to swim, so I don't dive in.
Cause' when the threshold rips, you see I came to brawl;
I'll take you wack MCs puma suits and all.
Seven mics, seven rhymes, seven styles,
you're not fat, it's like you ran seven miles.
I'm sorry my friend,
I left my rhymes in a s*****x; a week later I opened it was timberlands.
Look out or take out cause' he ain't breakin a sweat.
I'm just rockin a boat and you're the sailors on my deck.
And if my pockets were filled with gold and silver,
I'd be shy to give it up to set that gold digger.
In the b boy stanz I'm in the smog all alone.
When I didn't have a mic I rapped on headphones.
I'm slopping your foldin, I'm smokin you're jokin,
my girls are like seven eleven always open.
So rack the rhymes up, and cue the tape.
If rappin was pool I'd hit the eight ball and off the break.
And I collect dough from what I'm kicking yo.
I'm not in a fraternity so don't step to me at a show.
so I guess I'll be worn with class and glare.
Charizma and Peanut b***er Wolf the hells up outta here.
Peace!