Kobe

flip the mask on, alternative personality

if you're askin what is the reality

i'm speechless

if you try to run, i'll run you feetless and sleeveless

swingin' in the breezes

so don't try no funny business,

hand over the cash, condoms, and swisher sweetness

it's like

if you try to play and dance with my metal

i'll break ya neck like a pottery pot

like a broken record you're head'll be spinnin' the same part

over and over

red rover send ya girl over

after i pillage and raid

we'll rage, fueled on cocaine, ecstasy

and pot

the reason for reefer madness

lyrically cause violence in the masses

never lookin' backwards

my ride and die behind me, we'll ride into the deep grimey,

blimey,

you serious?

just as serious as a finals series

with kobe and three seconds left up on the clock

down three points, we're takin' shots

a minimum of ten to the domepiece

place a dab of oil in the domepiece

she touch my thigh and i say "cheque, please"

back to basics, fornicating sweaty

if you gotta man, i don't really care if he

sees,

he's a feeble piece of meat to me

useless

no mass, pray to your rap mt. olympus zeus's

they all idols

idolizing me

yeah

i know what words you wanna be utterin' to me

tongue and spit is mt vesuvius eruptin' again

leave you frozen burnt in place for two thousand

like sigourney i'll leave you sleepin' in space for cash aboundin'

betrayal from above, i'm your god and preyin' on you

we'll see if you got love when push comes to shove

i promise, your honor

i'm done bein' villainous

so if you're feelin' this, lemme go free

like amnesty for an alien just let me be me

among you

a young wolf in sheep's clothing

the advanced diction missile's closing

on your position

leave you grippin'

the mic with rigor mortis hands

cold and dead

no one to stop my take-over plans

on planet earth we're mobbin global

spot you from thousands away like the hubble

telescope, leave inferior emcees with no hope

no joke

the second you take your eyes away from the future kingpin

begins the end, if i gotta spell it out for you like phonics

finna future boom like sonics

steal your soul like Clay Bennett did to the Supersonics

in Seattle

from the 608 but now the twin city bowels

the youngest rising above these weak ass rap cat howlers

bout to blow up the rap game like the twin towers

in two thousand and one

words like a loaded gun

lead aimed at the underbelly of this rap beast

i'm the rap priest

excommunicating all of those unworthy of me

so if you think you can fuck with my talents

i don't think that you have ever heard of this chrome

and i think i'm bout to spill blood with these word talons

don't be a dummy and just heed my words and succeed from the throne