A Little Appalled lyrics

by

Yasiin Bey


[Verse]
Gimme that '94 Puff sh*t, Ali
Uh, I'm so appalled, Louis Vuitton draws
The sh*t, a booth for me is a bathroom stall
If you're not fond of me, you're comedy, Little Duval
I have a lot of flaws, I'm human before all
I wake up in the mornin', smell some coffee, then tell your b*tch to get off me
Mos Def, word to every autopsy
Man that boy Mad, man that boy spaz
'Til he crash like Sandra Bullock and Luda on the ave
He changed his name, he a conscious rapper
Naw mutha'f*cka I'm just Compton's rapper
I might spit some intricate sh*t for retards not to get
But really I'm just as rude as Marshall Mathers
Is that a contradiction? He contradicting himself again?
Of course that's a contradiction, the f*ck you think life is?
We not like Christ is
We all want ice's and devices to make the b*tches say, "I like this"
People don't understand why I went Southpaw
I looked in the mirror and said, "I can't be like y'all"
I can't be like Game, I can't be like Eazy
To get in this rap game, I know it won't be easy
Cause my sh*t different, I know
He from Compton, where he from, have he killed before?
Truth is, I ain't the most ruthless, but I'm not cupid
Before she had two kids, my momma worked two gigs
To get out Chicago
To move right back to another ghetto, on Sante Fe playing the lotto
I used to want a champagne two-door Tahoe
Until I seen that same truck shot by five-o
Dead with his eyes closed, y'all should've seen him
Off a gallon of cough syrup, but rifles had leaned him
That's why these tough rappers man I don't believe 'em
Y'all wanna be 'em, I wanna grab bats and beat 'em
So they can feel the pain of the blocks I'm from
Where my heart turned numb
And the powder and the shells come up off that gun
Come up off your chain, or come up off your life and have a fatherless son
It's the syllabus for the ignorant militant mindS
'quivalent crimes for jail sentencin'
No one preventin' this war
You sure, you sure
Sure as the edges on every ocean, now let's explore
The Kendrick Lamar LP I been promotin' for 'bout a month
Don't worry its comin' soon, like a fast nut
I never be gassed up, some labels they passed up
Now the industry crashin', I guess they got bad luck
Your bad, you don't write neither? There goes another fad
sh*t I write ether
I get it in like the Vanna on Wheel of Fortune forcin' your forfeit
With the strength of the prime forces of four forklifts, UH
This is very extra necessary
This extra scary, this is Amityville
This the Exorcist on ecstasy pills
And if I can't do it my integrity will
Head dog wishes, every Compton b*tch is
I mean this sh*t is
f*cking ridiculous
f*cking ridiculous
They all got a fat ass but lower case titties
Now I gotta mix and match, jungle fever, white and black
Double D, Brittney, Becky get your mouth intact
Reg call 'em Jabberjaw, she gon' hop skip and jog
Just to read my twitter blog
Man these hoes pitiful
And to you bloggers that say I'm weak
You know how long I took to chop this f*ckin' beat?
Y'all don't 'preciate sh*t
All y'all do is hate sh*t
And if I don't say sh*t y'all still say I ain't sh*t
And that's ridiculous
I mean that sh*t is
f*cking ridiculous
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