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its me myself and i
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Genre
Charts
#85,601 today
Peak #784
#52,676 in subgenre
Peak #408
Author
metah
Rights
flipeside beats
Uploaded
May 11, 2008
Track Files
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 2:41
Lyrics
You whisper my name cuz you don’t want me to hear it//
But you’re draw to this cuz this is true lyrics//
Everybody saying, aint no way he can be that sick
So I got a thousand enemies like the east side click
I spit dynamite bars, and the kid is still yung
Got so much flave, people imitate me like William hung//
You need to cut of your tongue/
Or better say it in person//
Talking about me behind closed curatains//
But when I come around, you like a different version
I rearrange your shit like a mutahfucking surgeon
See im the illest cat you’ll ever converse with//
If we rhyme, share a verse with//
It’s a natural twitch how a murk shit//
Blow a bubble and busrt it//
I don’t understand yall, like a retart writing cursive//
And you can hate all you want, but you’re wasting your time//
Im still spitting these flows and fucking with your mind//
See you need to get a hobby,
Cuz yall be
Way to mutafucking sloppy
You not me
Maybe if you asked I might give you some help
But when you hating on me, you just hating yourself
And so how the fuck you gon tell me I cant rap
When your style like my style cuz you bitting that//
Im not gona stop spitting, just for the info/
So if you pray for my downfall, jump out the window//
Even if you never see this CD in sto’s
Ill still stay connected like kinfolk
And yea I took some change, but im the same man
I aint change direction, I just changed my gameplan
I got a new mindstate, my thoughts differ
I spit venom, my brainfluids hard liquer//
But im still far sicker//
Than yall figure//
I kille the old metah, and im the grave yard, digger/
But some things hard to change like a hundred dollar bill/
I’ve been stacking money, but that shit is not a mill
And no matter what I do, I still cant escape the race card/
They say im in the wrong place, like when Michael Jordan played baseball/
But I blanc on em like the space bar//
None you you are even close to my radar/
And how you gon tell me that I aint got flow/
When what I say is more than a bunch of hey ya ho’s//
And white rappers don’t like me, they like yo//
You should stop rapping and lay like low//
They mad at me cuz I don’t follow the same patterns/
When most of them sound like marshal mathers/
I keep climbing latters//
Today is what’s now, and nothing else matters/
Fuck fuck these foos out of rap they making a mockery
They all small to me like that midget from monopoly/
Im sick of them talking about shit they neva do//
They wear the same clothes, front like they get revenue//
They hang out with dudes, front like they get chicks/
And the only time they see powder is when they mixing up nesquick//
And I don’t gotta fake shit//
I hit it out the park, yall cant get a base hit//
I keep it simple, but aint nothing basic/
My vividness have you seeing clear like lasik//
And everybody wana be the hardest/
Im just trying to be the smartes//
Call me metahlangelo im a muthafuking artist//
And I neva say im gangsta, I don’t gotta front/
Unlike you I keep it real, so this is not a stunt.
