Go Ahead Den

Alright Yo,
Im bust Imma kill it,
Imma kill it
Here we go here we go
Yo My flow is like a cock block for your whole label street team
My verse is like a hearse for your marketing scheme
My whole steez ***** please, put the mic down
Talking bout you represent, when you embarrassing your town
Walking around with the
Gay Pride parade crown
Silicone raps underneath that pink gown
Posing as a killer when you living as a clown
Entertaining
A&Rs too deaf to hear the sound
You a has-been rapper, talking bout your styles nice
Saying Im independent now, looking for a new life
A weak DJ, living off of 80s fame
Guess starring in the
Basement, living off of
Tiggas name
My names
Kardinal, the pearl mic dark figure
Diploma type thoughts mixed up with street ******
Living underground trying to earn the pop loot
Cause I wont sell crack and got no aim to shoot
No patience for the ****, not quick enough to tief
Cant pimp, dont like fur coats or gold teeth
But I can rock the hell out of a fat ass beat
I might smile, up in your face and then jack your
S-P [CHORUS 1: Kardinal Offishall {CMD}]
Yo, Im ill to the 7th degree
T-dot represent, ya hearing me {
Go ahead den}
Yo, Im the nicest rapper dapper
With flows you dont know, how a firestarter go {
Go ahead den}
Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky
A make way when
Im stepping in the room {
Go ahead den}
Yo eff rappers,
Im the hardest thing on two feet
Yo, listen to me, ya not zeen {
Well go ahead den} [Kardinal Offishall]
Yo, my rhymes are
FedEx covered in latex
Delivered to your
Jubby, my charms tribes quest for hot ***
No bust for the next can protect
Its when the
I drop, the ****** saying what?
And the skins are saying wet wet wet wet wet
Im dripping in nuff girls, and missing what we trying to say
But talking about a revolution, end up talking about the day
When they can feel a rappers privates,
Im looking for your mind
But Im seeing all your titties and a big round behind
Oh damn girl, you make think bout selling out
But oops, your weave just fell out
Ha ha Im straight from the place that first brought you
Vince Carter
The story of
Hurricane, and imported sugar cane
And snappy pop coming out three for a dollar
What, Peter loves who?
Yo dont bother to hail it up
In the streets where we meet cause you might get beat
And find your head caught between timbos and concrete
And thats real, a lot of ignorant peeps around the way
Aint trying to bend over to the madness of the day
But do what to do and yo who am
I to say I just want your records sales anyway
You see me [CHORUS 2: Kardinal Offishall {CMD}]
Someone kill to try and come up with the things that
I say Im a bad mother -yo {
Go ahead den}
Im too fresh like
Guess-V, in a special way (special way)
But everyday {
Go ahead den} [Black Thought] 'Its no way we can rock after them' [scratched by DJ Tracks] [Kardinal Offishall ]
Yo yo Im kick another one, another one for the mic, know what
Im saying
Yo, Im rolling through my hood system waking up the neighbours
Hell yeah,
I know its wrong but
I gotta pump my song
Heavier rotation than
Sisqo and
Thong Song
Im the perfect combination of
Einstein and
Long Dong
Silver Up in one, kick real raps for fun
Im the black anti-
Babylon, rapping shogun
I try not bus until
Im sure she cum
If I get a little hit, check
I out the whole long
My tongue is like an instant check for 7-0s
Write about this, rhyme something about the hoes
Anyways I try to uplift, but not too serious yet
Because too much to say makes a negros a threat
So we talk about *** and promote the drug game
Even though we know its wrong, we just trying to make a name
Cha, Im trying to get my
Moms out the ghetto
And you would too if you could flow, stupid! [CHORUS 1] [Black Thought] 'Its no way we can rock after them' [scratched by DJ Tracks] [KO]
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