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I ain't tryin' to be the dude with all the flow and none of the loot All love but no laughter after I recoup It's all about balance and I bring that with my sound Though it ain't no more than one or two rap stars from my town Wanna make great records with tight beats, but after I eat though, follow me Livin' not solemnly but scholarly on that level my father be, comfy What if I never do that 'cause of how some of you act You can't classify something spiritual My shit ain't underground, my shit is just lyrical I ain't gon' act dumb as hell to get a hit But I will have record sales in a little bit If you read and write I got somethin' you gon' like Broadcastin' live new non-white Cronkite Words beyond tight I'm talkin' different dimensions It'll be known whenever my name's mentioned I'm tryin' to dis your courage neither as an artist nor a writer I just want you to go back to the lab and return tighter Like [x4] who [x3] Just pronounce it b-a-h, v-o-o, you got it, alright let's go Words elaborate like artwork on all-access laminates Rappers say they ready for war but turn pacifist Somebody must've told you you don't sound like shit So I guess I'ma have to break it down right quick I don't mind takin' my spare time to tell ya Damn near sound like last year's best seller SongtexteWhat you trendy or somethin', guess you supposed to be hot I can't believe your fuckin' record label gave you a shot I'm sharp as a double-edged dagger polished, no handles Yet you desire to touch it, but it ain't in your budget Step on stage erect like fuck it where the crowd Ass rappers don't speak aloud Listen how nice the speaker sound Got it vice grip locked Keepin' it warm like tight-knit sheep shearling socks Say I don't rock and don't say psyche Watch lightning strike your tongue for lying to your own mine twice Tryin' to dis your courage neither as an artist nor a writer I just want you to go back to the lab and return tighter Like [x4] who [x3] Just pronounce it b-a-h, v-o-o, you got it, alright let's go I wear my hair straight buck 'cause I gives a damn Not prepared to fall to my knees for any man If I must I'm willin' to make a hit again 'Til I spit again, folks wait for me to drop some shit again Some styles are so unnecessary like ritalin And when they lost faith in they own raps they bit again Y'all sound awful it oughta be unlawful Dippin' in a jam jaw full of all bull Snout covered in sheep's wool Folks be like go head, get deep fool, contradictory as our lives Some'll be real, make money, honor their wives Others'll be broke, still playing the field, while their kids bored Kneeling in church like 'I wanna know who he is Lord' Sorry if it strikes a chord but I'm a musician And I want y'all to listen I need high-quality sound, no extra hums or hissin' Then given a chance hip-hop can get what it's missin' Intense in my flow and that's the only way it go down Get shut down, replace your proper name with a pronoun What's up now, mama can't pull you back on the porch clown You grown up, so when you get outperformed own up Or speak up, maybe you need to turn your microphone up Or wake up, but you can't shut Bavu Blakes up Tryin' to dis your courage neither as an artist nor a writer I just want you to go back to the lab and return tighter Like [x4] who [x3] Like [x4] who [x3] uh B-a-h, v-o-o, one, two, three, we gone Aus Songtexte Mania