Everybody wants to be the best in the world
I just really wanna have sex with my girl
Maybe have a baby, maybe name her Pearl
I'm not really sure, but I'm really raw
And I'm really not tryin' to hear no halfwits at my door
Knock knock, who is it? (Knock knock, who is it?)
If you're claiming it's wizard, then let's see how you live it
If you're aiming to fidget, you should just ribbit ribbit
Like a frog prince, we don't really mince our syllables
In this bitch circuit I'm a pitch perfect lyricist
Black like my jimmy, what I give is not urban
Never been, so I can't sway or start swerving
Not afraid to use it, my music is definitely
Hereditary bias, so buy us, it's rudimentary
This work of art is not pop tart, stop fooling with me
My work of art is not pop tart, cool out, hear hippies singing
Hold that everybody, everybody
Everybody hold that everybody
Hold that everybody, everybody
Everybody hold that everybody
Standing on the dock of the bay waving my fist at the boat
I dispense words and redistribute hope
To folks that don't cater
In a strict of the link to DJ's with loose faders
And buyers, newspapers that choose to confuse me
Refuse and abuse me and link me to uzis
But still I rise back on the block like Quincy
Da Vinci, road code, you can't convince me
To keep my mouth closed for a gold watch
Award winning, so what? We are so hot it hurts
And me singing "mami" isn't N-O
If you don't scratch the surface don't listen to my demo
This is not a publicity stunt by some designer
My authenticity bumps, don't undermine her
My poetry will replace punks that wanna act
Like they're rhyme ill, spin back, breaks in time and all at once
Everybody, everybody
Hold that everybody, hold that everybody
Hold that everybody, everybody
Hold that everybody, hold that everybody
You probably heard him through the grapevine, I don't do clones
I write raps that sound fresh and turn into poems, I stress
That I'm not playing with toys, I'm full-grown at best
You can catch me live at a show near you
I walk a very thin line, got a groove in my shoes
No longer apologetic, you can't do what I do
If you're feeling like a crouton, then get up in my stew
'Cause all this sweet corny rapping's got me feeling quite blue
So solid when I speak on behalf of crews
That wanna boogie but are not given their dancing shoes
To just do it for everybody, do it for everybody
Do it for everybody, do it for everybody
At this moment in time I wanna dedicate my tone
To everybody at home, around the world and alone, we are
Everybody, everybody
Everybody, let's take it home, everybody
Hold that everybody, everybody
Hold that everybody, hold that everybody
Hold that everybody, everybody
Hold that everybody, hold that everybody
Hold that
Hold that
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