beat by Shadowville. dont call me ill, dont call me wack. Jus call me B.
Lyrics
Verse 1
I feel like a King, i have reached the "Tip"//
but ill say no more, i will plead the fifth//
and it all been crazy, with hip hop soul
refresh your memory as your body push on//
and so... cant see what ive become//
so i ask for real doctors, not Andre Young//
and dont mistake that for a shot, cus i would get shot//
by 30 pac wanna-bes who wanna be wit the doc//
down on my rhymes and when i run outta time//
im feelin outta my mind, cannot fathom my eyes//
helpin you out.// so they dont put metal in your gut
like a thermometer just broke in your mouth//
no doubt, you fake rap hustlers just bore me//
i knock your rock, like i was Freddy and Barney//
blast out the room, out my speaker boxes//
like i had R. Kelly trapped up in my closet//
stop at the word. what, you all hate me?//
i aint exactly shootin for birds, like Dick Cheney//
and lately, yall seem so mad at the rap game//
i dont think hip hops dead, maybe shes napping//
Hook
Im the B-L, to the A-S-T
If i wasnt, then why would you come at me?
Im the E double R to the A-D-I-C
but to make it shorter for you now, jus call me B
Verse 2
and i promise my be words honest//
when i snatch my cut of the green, like turf farmers//
games over, hot like the toaster//
and not in the kitchen now, tell me whos doper//
dangerous emcees help them to know//
lyrics spread Poison, im Bel Biv Deveo
this real talk, thats why i gotta Breathe!//
half ya brain fried, a lyrical lobotomy//
spittin that real, how long it gon take em?//
im waitin, and takin names, the problem im facin//
eye candy girl, you my life saver//
to speak rappers depend on talent that God gave them//
not main investigator, call me Wat-son//
on top son, even tom callin me top gun//
aint feelin the felony? youll never be gettin me//
aint never gon get at me, never gon step to me//
filled with hate where ever blast running//
call me Mannie, thats behind me now, my Cash Money//
strap ya gloves on, me and you!; the next round//
since you know now, bout how i get downnnnn//
Hook
Im the B-L, to the A-S-T
If i wasnt, then why would you come at me?
Im the E double R to the A-D-I-C
but to make it shorter for you now, jus call me B
Verse 3
rapper's charades, and truth? i see it//
rappers spittin up my lines like they was belemic//
layin a blueprint like two legends that made me//
yall askin "who dropped Blueprint besides Jay-z?"//
eminem wanna-bes, all cus some rappers//
could only be shady when they wearin sunglasses//
got somethin for ya// cause i punch with a metal fist
like i was grippin on a roll of quarters//
we boston, in nineteen eighteen//
in signin LAB, you are signin a dream team//
if you, hate it or love man, i got game//
and if you thinkin bout frontin now, id refrain//
i got motive, -- insane in flowin//
you bitin off beef to big to chew, and you chokin//
and so many rappers been, seein their endins//
so you can call me Atilla when i breach ya defenses//
i been clever// my name is an acronym
on account of B-E really stands for "best ever"//
hon-est-ly? the game, im flip-pin it//
and i dont need to be a king to be -- 'sic wit it'//
holla
Hook
Im the B-L, to the A-S-T
If i wasnt, then why would you come at me?
Im the E double R to the A-D-I-C
but to make it shorter for you now, jus call me B