You can catch me in the big body S-Class wit chrome spinners Pulling up to the club wit a brim, ice and the chinchilla Stacking that skrilla in a legal way Rock stadiums from Nicaragua down to San Tropez, hey And I ainít even gotta curse in my raps I keep it gully while Iím spitting this fire on hot tracks My skills speak for themselves Iím like a young LL back in the day when he was rocking the bells The Sly Stallone of the microphone, Iím old school like Special K Turbo and Ozone, rep for my people like Iím Che Guevara Wit a derby and linen pants plus a guallavera Oh, Iím so sick they sending ambulances to resuscitate the mic from my verbal thrashing Cash advances, and top brand fashion Guaranteed to rock the spot and keep the party peeps dancing
I had to switch up the flow for all the DJís spinning wax in the club So when ya hear my joint yall better turn it up, louder Suvelo, blast that music bro, respect the flow, ya listening to a music pro The Burt Bacharach of rap is back ready to make ya move ya body And lean back like Joe Crack Woah get ya hands in the air and wave them back and forth in the atmosphere I know ya wondering if the rumors are true, believe the hype I am the dopest rapper to come through wit brand new series of rap arts like kung fu You donít believe me, ya crew could get hung to I run through anybody opposing Donít make me have to tell you again Iím Gods chosen, like Peter, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John Now everybody just bounce to this new hit song, What!
From sold out arenas to the silver screen I move crowds and drop hits that make the people scream Stack cream, get chauffeured in stretched out limousines Iím a hot album, you just a ahhh 16 T-Bone is hard as it gets and I donít fly first class, why? I travel with chefís on private jets Thatís why you mad and upset, homie I paid my dues though, been ripping these micís since tape decks So place your bets, Iím the best yet Move the crowd and make ya bounce like bad checks I got next, like the WNBA, defeating me is like blacks joining the KKK It wonít happen, like hoods without guns clapping Or hip-hop wit no DJís and MCís rapping Itís contradictory, none of youíll ever get wit me The dopest to ever breathe on a mic and claim victory
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