Track details
Gereleased in: 2014
Album: Alienation
Lyrics
I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't
So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't
Mad stick crack a forty down the back
Sit fat and relax and plan my attack
Not the one to test I posses mad finesse
My buddha was blessed one bird in the nest
Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in Jeeps
On the New York streets hittin' urban concrete
I'm the man untestable, with the extraterrestrial flow
Four Fifty Six Cee-Lo, pop the top off the forty ounce bottle
I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model
Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock
Only spits when I react to the bull-
So give me room to breathe and get up off these
And save, and save the fat beats
But you can't stop me
But you [2x]
But you ca-
But you ca-, but you but you can't stop me
But just clock me, just clock me
Just, just clock
Clock [5x]
Just clock me, just watch me
And save the fat beats [2x]
(Hittin' urban concrete)
I'm the man untestable, with the extraterrestrial flow
Four Fifty Six Cee-Lo, pop the top off the forty ounce bottle
I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model
Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock
Only spits when I react to the bull-
So give me room to breathe and get up off these
And save the confes-, confes-
Confessions for Jesus
Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow
Eff it, the sun will still come out tomorrow
Long as I'm breathing, needing, even like Steven
Achieving, gettin' some cheese and
Representin' lovely, Boogie Down Bronx major
With the project flavor, I made ya, daze ya
My behaviour is mad ill if you front
(You know what I want)
Fat beat
You know what I want
Fat beats for my rhyme
Mad, want
Whatcha want Nine?
Fat beats, for my rhymes
Whatcha want Nine?
Mad, want
Whatcha want Nine?
Fat beats for my rhymes
Whatcha want Nine?
Fat [7x]
Fat beats, fat-fat beats
Fat-fat
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