live from where the sun comes up yes yes y all freak freak y all turn it up y all wells maine spizzy spose y all small world y all prep dank y all turn it down i m like the broke young hova no range rover but still hot when serving people anna kournikova no fancy restaurant twenty dollar entrees it is wendy s it is friendly s it is empty it is gay no tyrone biggums crack rocks where my pot at a movie director man i don t get shot at unburly rhyme satirist in hurley and atticus never up early counting cash on my abacus weed leaf rustler window shopper customer in other words you could say i m not a not a hustler i rapped for six years but still anonymous no bling dollar less and a bad economist life s lauryn hill it s killing me softly i got no cream you could call me black coffee my finances more fucked than a used condom stocks fall like autumn greetings from rock bottom but they re ain t no fake pimping thugging thugging gangster gangster gayness i m beyonce less and not on the a list i know some bailiffs and i m not proud of it but i used to love weed and well i still love it freak ex geek no powder puff pipsqueek no rough speak with scuffed sneaks yeah it s me just an emcee in a dirty white tee got trees from mike v that be unsightly sometimes life s a drag sometimes it s a bong rip i ma live now put my money where my songs is i m still gnarly clam baking that bob marley till it s not even funny anymore chris farley i m aids ill and malaria sick with no hilarious schtick or gimmick to get your trick i m hoping being honest gets into these arenas and my tracks flood the streets like hurricane katrina i m not here to be the hardest or act all retarded i m just an emcee man a rapper an artist i don t bling or blang or sling but my slang got you and your mang going ape like orangoutangs not a wack weak wigger wannabe thug no kilos of drugs are hidden in my lugz but make no istake still i puff cake i m bony but not phony baked but not fake it s all gravy baby i m still porking ladies but i don t do drive bys in next year s mercedes these are my thoughts i don t exaggerate my life if you carry the mic there s a stereotype but i was born and bred for this babbling business rap words like you getting scrabble for christmas no cristal bottle or models with swelled racks i don t tote gats or sell crack i just rap1