(Chorus)
Woke up this morning
Got stoned and noticed what's on TV
Rappers don't know what a 'flow' is
Well, I'ma show 'em free
Whether you rap fast or slow
It's how you control your speed, uh
Now, can I own this beat?
Cuz I'ma show these muthaf*ckas how to rap (how to rap)
(Yall don't know, no, no
Yall don't know, no, no)
I'ma show these muthaf*ckas how to rap
I'ma show 'em how to hit it
From the front, from the back -
I'ma show these muthaf*ckas where it's AT (*brrrap!*)
Them muthaf*ckas off-track...
So I'ma show these muthaf*ckas how to rap
Cuz *Yall dont know*
Pack it up so we can *all go home*
And that's that
(Verse 1)
I'ma show these muthaf*ckas how to count a bar
How to write a verse
Like, first, second and a third
But I doubt if they'll get very far...
Bitin' half it all from my catalog
Panoramas ON
Panama to Amazon, goddamn it ALL
Monark showed me how to drop an atom bomb
And how to protect myself from a sabotage...
f*ck
Cults be c*nts
Insult me once, your skull be crushed -
Faulty nuts in a sultry machine
Can you explain to me why your muthaf*ckin' multies suck?
Y'all be stuck in our ruckus...
You rap tight, but your songs is 'bout nuthin
All about f*ckin', f*ck it -
Time to get the condoms out, for all the songs about nuttin'
(Chorus)
Woke up this morning
Got stoned and noticed what's on TV
Rappers don't know what a 'flow' is
Well, I'ma show 'em free
Whether you rap fast or slow
It's how you control your speed, uh
Now, can I own this beat?
Cuz I'ma show these muthaf*ckas how to rap (how to rap)
(Yall don't know, no, no
Yall don't know, no, no)
I'ma show these muthaf*ckas how to rap
I'ma show 'em how to hit it
From the front, from the back -
I'ma show these muthaf*ckas where it's AT (*brrrap!*)
Them muthaf*ckas off-track...
So I'ma show these muthaf*ckas how to rap
Cuz *Yall dont know*
Pack it up so we can *all go home*
And that's that
(Verse 2)
Don't act like psychopath killers...
Cuz out there, there's mics to grab
Still, every night's a bad villain
Like a mad killer at night
I'll stab you with a mic, I'm that chillin'
(Yo) Most rappers writing wack filler
To fill up a track
Stacking lifeless material...
But look back to masters like Dilla
Who made rap real and could add some crack-filler, and...
Matter fact, the baddest, most massive
Raps that I've seen were that of Phakt Zilla....
Half rapping-hacker/Half dealer of lyrical smack
Curing the fear and the bacterial spirit
That wack lyrics appear to have had seriously inter-acted
Wit a fury, the mad villain is...
Whatever. Yeah, whatever - I'm chillin' wit
The illest muthaf*ckin' emcees
And we killin' it
(Chorus)
Woke up this morning
Got stoned and noticed what's on TV
Rappers don't know what a 'flow' is
Well, I'ma show 'em free
Whether you rap fast or slow
It's how you control your speed, uh
Now, can I own this beat?
Cuz I'ma show these muthaf*ckas how to rap (how to rap)
(Yall don't know, no, no
Yall don't know, no, no)
I'ma show these muthaf*ckas how to rap
I'ma show 'em how to hit it
From the front, from the back -
I'ma show these muthaf*ckas where it's AT (*brrrap!*)
Them muthaf*ckas off-track...
So I'ma show these muthaf*ckas how to rap
Cuz *Yall dont know*
Pack it up so we can *all go home*
And that's that