Kardinal Offishall - It'S A Beautiful Thing (2001) by Kardinal Offishall (보컬) on maniadb.com

(Kardinall Offishall)
Yo Yo
Silver turn it up, yeah
We gonna put you on to something brand new yo
Know what I mean

Yo
We don't say 'you know what I'm sayin'
T dot says 'ya dun know'
We don't say 'hey that's the breaks'
we say 'yo, a so it go'
We don't say 'you get one chance'
We say 'you better rip the show'
Before bottles start flyin and you runnin for the door
Y'all talking about 'cuttin and hittin skins'
We talkin bout 'beat dat face'
T dot niggaz will eat your food before y'all cats say grace
You cats is steady saying 'word'
My cats is steady yellin 'zeen'
Half the time we talking about 'more times'
We don't even know what 'more times' means!
'More times we rocker fresher'
'More times we come correct'
More times you think it's the hot shit
You haven't heard nuttin yet
Differently, still ya kno
The cirlce gettin ill ya know
Step on the wrong Bally boot and you might get kill ya know
So every might walk through a dance tell a youth 'xcuse me'
I'm tellin your jubie 'I like her style'
She's talkin about 'abuse me'
Use me show me how the T dot rolls
My style is off the thermostat plus I'm comin from the cold-yo

CHORUS (Kardinal) (Saukrates)
(What the... chill!)
My nigga's in the street throwin dot slang each and every single time we meet
(What the... chill!)
My ladies lookin hot, screw face kissin teet
represtentin the T dot
Kardinal rock the pary, T dot drinking Bacardi
Kardi drinkin Bacardi, T dot rocking the party
Nigga's jumpin and wildin and ladies showin a smile
And everybody know its 'the T dot

(Kardinal Offishall)
So when we singin about the girls we singin about the 'gyal dem'
Y'all talkin about 'say that one more time'
We talkin about 'yo, come again'
Y'all talkin about 'that nigga's a punk'


We talkin about 'that yout's a fosse'
For the kids that think I'm comin wit it
Brother just watch me
A shoe is called a 'crep'
A big party is a 'fete'
Ya'll takin about 'watch where you goin!'
We talkin about 'mind where you step!'
We backin a 2-4 of Guiness, we ain't messin' with moet
And if you runnin out of liquor the bar might get wet
You're talkin about 'yo, that girl's hype'
We like 'she's the bundown'
Y'all say 'a DJ battle'
We say 'clash with two sounds'
We rock the hottest things no matter how much it cost
You talkin about 'yeah son!'
We talkin about 'yo, lock it off!'
Wheel that and tek it from de top
And just flash up unno lighta and watch the dance rock
Kardinal is gonna show you how the T dot rolls
My style is off the thermostat plus I'm comin from the cold-yo

CHORUS

(Kardinal Offishall)
Y'all steady talkin about 'your boys'
We talkin about 'de man dem'
We talkin about 'your breddren
We talkin about 'your friend'
When you say 'the club is over'
Yo we say 'the jam done'
When we thinkin about the west, we thinkin about Red-1
Big ups and salutations to the Figure IV crew
When you sayin 'she's a chicken'
She a 'skettlebam too!'
When you talkin about a 'thug nigga'
We talkin about a 'shotta'
When you think you got it locked, T dot comin much hotta
You think we all Jamacian, when nuff man are Trini's
Bajans, Grenadians and a hole heap of Hatians
Guyanese and all of the West Indies combined
To make the T dot O dot, one of a kind
IRS said 'we burn corn' that means 'we puff la'
When we say 'hell no'
That means you 'that nuh mek it'
Look me in the eye and tell me y'all ain't sold
My style is off the thermostat plus I'm comin from the cold-yo

CHORUS X2

INTRO (Kardinal Offishall)
Yeah
Turn my headphones up
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, feeling kind of sick though
Yeah, now I'mma kick this
Uh huh, uh huh uh huh
DJs, cut this back to back
Word, Circle
Silver House And the Girl, Figure IV
Head nod, yeah y'all know
(Kardinal Offishall)
Yo that kid nice
Where he from though? T-dot (ohhh)
Where the ice at? Oh I see underground emcee
Nah, but he nice though
He flip that shit twice though, he sounding like (who?)
Nah, it a must that he bust you (fo' real)
He be eating that mic though
Ever see the way he flows and tears down the show
(Fo' real), he clever
Never sever the Ever from fresh when he spits, everything's a hit
He got skills like Mad and the Superfriends
When he does a duo, it comes out like a crew track, he's so wicked
Cooler than Ice Cube, Mack more than 10 at one time
Like Choclair he's a Virgin to the wack rhyme
It's true (fo' real)
Got a Blueprint like Thrust, said he's notorious
And watch the hit bust all over the country (fo' real)
Even on BET, ask Tigga about them niggas with that Northern Touch beat they was playing
No playing, that nigga with the afro
That's right, tight and rocks crowds all night (word)
Style like no other tall brother on your FM dial
My nigga kip-ki-kip-ki-Kardinal
You know
CHORUS (little girl singing)
He once was a thug from around the way
He once was a thug from around the way
He once was a thug from around the way
He once was a thug from around the way
(Kardinal Offishall)
Check it
A dis ain't a dis if a dis has discrepancies
I dismiss your dissidences and doubt your intelligence
And discuss how disjoint your disc
From the dispatch, a distance throw all y'all from shit that's wack
Steady disguising your disfavour, disliking my steelo
Dis ain't kindergarten, you don't have to go where we go
Discipline yourself before your ego disappears
While I discretely disassemble you from your career
Stupid! Dis is not your ordinary rapper dis
Dis so all you niggas discover just who the dapper is
Causing discomfort, disallowing your dis-jock to rock
Any record 'cause your whole sound's flop, yo
Dis is going out to niggas who dis without
Thinking about what the hell they doing, yo your shit we're booing
Oh... while I discombobulate you
This is going out to any nigga opposing my crew
Like that
Yo, Silver House And the Girl 2000
Kardinal Offishall, in your ear side, nawmean
CHORUS

(Kardinal Offishall)
So I was like a-ight yo, can I get in to it
My crew down to do it, if she going to persue it
And before I even knew it, out she came
With the tight gold clip, and the dark brown frame
(Sean Paul)
?????????? possession the Money Jane
A see me forget-get
The first time we met me couldn't keep me eyes shut shut
She give me bling-bling, I bring me wooley poor a set set
When me check she thought had ear to get get
(Kardinal Offishall)
Yo, she one of them freaks that will relax your mind
'Til you get burnt out and you need the next dime
To reinvent the last time, when she got you that
(Sean Paul)
Licks in da Land Rover
Rolex 'pon me wirst, and a crisp pullover
Platinum chain and ring with ice all over
And the bus' out the suit with all them string ya
(Kardinal Offishall)
Hey hey
The only problem she won't keep it a secret
She buys nigga's ice, she pays my rent
She covers it with Mastercard and red cent
Monopoly is real life when you're fine
She the head of the game
Yo, my homegirl Money Jane
CHORUS (Jully Black)
I hope you witness the adventures of Miss Money Jane
Blind your ass, while you out looking for that money train
If you look then you will find, but think about what you looking for
(KO) 2-3
(JB) for
(KO) 2-3
(JB) for
(Kardinal Offishall)
Yo, me and MJ go back to the eigh-ties
She used to roll with my family to J-A
VA, SC and even GA
I used to spend her in Dectaur in the dai-ly
Visiting my aun-tie, we went world wide
She met every single girl I had, no lie
And then one of my ex-girls brought me to the side and said
M-Jane is tearing up my insides
Couldn't hear that, I need to run my life
I'm like the big King and she like my Queen wife
She done looks good in denim, better in leather
Just right in linen, and so fine in good weather
In the summertime, she on my ass
At the barbeques, buying me a drink without asking
When she with me, she be looking out for me simple and plain
My homegirl Money Jane
CHORUS
(Sean Paul)
She get around, she get around a lot
Alright check it out, she bust on the spot
She get around, she get around a lot
From Paris to New York, and she come back
She get around, she move around a lot
Alright check it out, she bust on the spot
She get around, she move around a lot
From Kingston JA, right up to T-dot
Upon the level, funny how we only know that
And a dull life, when she run out we love circles
Funny we run every where
But when it in the door, that time we return up on the rebel
Only buy the food from the FoodMart
Antagonist start, how do you know we live confortable
Only meant the gun them bust out
And people in New York how you done know someone?
(Kardinal Offishall)
Ayo
Everybody needs her simple and plain
My homegirl Money Jane
I say again
Everybody needs her simple and plain
My homegirl Money Jane
My homegirl Money Jane
CHORUS

INTRO (Kardinal Offishall)
He's got the green timbs with the fat laces, hahaha
Yo, yeah, uh huh
Checking in, nigga
You say why I call you nigga, think about it
You went from what...
From an African, straight to a nigger, you know what I'm saying
We traveling over to what, to what,
Negro, and then we went to what
Then we went to black
Then it was on some Afro-American stuff
Afro-Canadian what have you, but guess what
It don't matter what you call yourself
It's what they call you behind your back
Nigga, straight up
Straight up and down, you know what I'm sayin
Y'all know
(Kardinal Offishall)
A yo
Walkin through the uptown a black man (nigga)
Walkin down Yonge St. a black man (nigga)
Walkin through Flatbush a black man (nigga)
When the revolution comes I got a finger on the trigga
I was born a regular man of the Earth
With a curse to walk like a soldier since birth
My exterior is shaded in by my melanin
Stereotype of my type is a felon
My people cause static cause automatically now a days we fire automatics
Grammatically adequate my people come equipped
With enough lyrics to move battleships
Blood brother ever since the slave ships
It doesn't matter who I am when I walk by
They still see me as a nigga whine I walk by
That's O.K. - this nigga will play the role and come again and take back the Earth another day
CHORUS
I'm a nigga baby, we some niggaz baby
Some do walk, some do talk, some may buss their glocks
But I'm a nigga for lie and a man by choice
(Kardinal Offishall)
Walkin through London a balck man (nigga)
Walkin through Rexdale a black man (nigga)
Strollin through Dectaur as a black man (nigga)
Yo, I was born to emcee representin with the Figurez
I can taste the history livin in my bones
For the thickness I got a love jones
I like my girls with the nappy dug out hips and chest buss out
Lips real full, gettin ready to cuss out
Parasuco gettin insulated by the structure
Body so powered that the labels be stickin out in 3-D
We salute the ladies - raped over time pushin out light babies
The slave masters with the devil in their eye
Saw nothin but a nigga when you walked by
But you the mother of creation
Let's bring back the family aspect and try to build a strong nation
CHORUS
(Kardinal Offishall)
Walkin through Chinatown a black man (nigga)
Walkin through the projects a balck man (nigga)
Strollin through Africa a black man (nigga)
Some try to disrespect to make themsleves look bigger
I am a nigga since birth, a man by choice
Some men act niggerish pushin Rolls Royces
Thinkin them toys make a man
While you johnin them hookers
We tryin to make a stand
What you believe in?
Chris Rock? Or crack rock?
Soft rock? Or hard rock?
When I talk the whole world rocks
LIke the vote, we can change thinkin
Before you set a float your whole concepts sinkin
You know I like to see you back that ass up
But before you pass up, you should get your damn class up!
Take the hood out your mouth and parle!
So we can take back the world right now, today! *Vocal scratching*
CHORUS X3

(Kardinal Offishall)
Wha wha wha what
Yo yo yo yo
Sit me down
Mr. Kardinal
Kardinal Offishall, number one bad bwoy heheheh
Yeah, yeah
It's all about this girl, ya know, drive de man crazy
Going out to the raspberry crew, Circle
Hear me now, hear me now

Let me tell you a liccle story bout this girl I used to nkow
Use to come and tell me she love me since me sing Onwiddasho
She say she loves do way me represent de whole of T dot O
She say she love me on de TV, love me in a de video
She say she sit dung pon ar' bed and listen to de radio
And wen me sing 'bon-diddley-bong' she haffe run an change ar' clothes
She say me kill ar wit de styles and just a murda wit de flow
Me juss a sweet ar with the riddim tun ar eena yo-yo
YO!
She comin in like she don't know
Seh me 'ave a girlfriend and she don't play (no)
Might box her in ar mout and chop off she toe
Lawd God why did Kardi haffe so sexy though?
She try fe kiss me pon me neck, mi haffe tell de gyal 'Yo!'
'Walk and live-touch and you've got to go'
Yuh body look good, yes sweet like mango
But you know the story girl, come on 'a ho is a ho'
Yuh nuh 'ave nuh drawz on how yuh skin dry so?
Favour one ol' piece of dry up cho-cho!
Yes girl yuh batty big but you know how dat go
I'm a very tall yout because I won't stoop low for...

CHORUS (Kardinal Offishall)
Maxine, oh Miss Maxine
Yuh body look ready, for you I am waitin
It goes Maxine, oh Miss Maxine
Yuh body look ready, come make we rock steady

(Kardinal Offishall)
Yo, I was walkin down de street and this girl said 'Hi!'
'Aren't you that rapper named Mr. Kardiny?'
Chuh, see me yah-yes girl dat's de I
Lyric specialist, number one bad bwoy
Give tanks to de most high for lookin so fly
So pretty sometime mek yuh eye dem cry
Drip out eye water and flood up de sky
Rush de man dem first in case de youth dem waan try
She said 'I like your style and yo Kardi mi nuh shy
Me want strip off yuh Karl and den rub up yuh Kani
Squeeze up yuh brugah and nyam off yuh fry
Blow off yuh top and show you mi two ply!'
I told ar 'Hol' on girl, a musse die - you waan die
Betta wash yout yuh mout bout you a nyam out mi fry
Clean up yourself and meet me top a Mount Zion
Cause only one girl mek de Kardinal high
And that's

CHORUS

(Kardinal Offishall)
Diamond, and Gold, and platinum next to she
Look like a big ol' rusty tin a bully beef!
She lip dem juicy and sheleg look sweet
Body just a shine from she head to she feet
Nice type of girl dat you waan yuh moumma meet
Every time yuh talk ar name, yuh haffe skin teet'
Pretty like a who? The gyal bad yuh nuh see it
Everytime she want a slam mi haffe get up and dweet
Clothes dem cris bran new Parasuco
Grip de bamsee like noby livin' in Toronto
Boassy whe she walk-never listenin' to 'Yo!'
She only listen to ar man when she walk outta door
And that's Maxine
Lord let me tell you something about Max--ee-een!!!!
Hahahaha

CHORUS X2

Yeah yeah yea
You don know, zeen
Hahahaha
You don know
Leave me alone now, chuh

(Kardinal Offishall)
Yo, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yo, yeoooow!
Yeah huh
Wake up!
Are we awake, are we wake, are we wake
Take it low, low low low low
Take it low take it low, take it low
Yo!
I said yo, I said yo, I said yo

Yeah
Kardinal is walkin' (yo) just how we be talking (Yo)
Fakes get they face palmed, and thrown to the floor
Shout out to the ghetto, girl's in they stilettos
With their tongue rings, doing tricks, sippn' on Ameretto
Fire pon a fosse-man a bad man truss me
Not a homophobic, just a man who loves pssss
Come here let me see you, and throw a little game
You can either fall in love with the hood or with the name
Explicit lyriciasm (yo) nuff narcissism
Is invading hip-hop, replacing escapism
My vision is an ism (yo) smoke it till you're high
Unattainable goals blank to your third eye (yo)
Maneuvering high skies to low tone flows
Straight to the five mic sight is where the flow goes
Killing 'em with knowledge - the mind is the key
Just sign on the dotted line and check who you be

CHORUS (Jully Black) {Kardinal
You {you, me {me, powerful {so powerful
We're fighting for this goal and we ain't gonna stop
{We ain't never gonna stop y'all
I said you {you, me {me, is wonderful {so wonderful
We'll be makin' babies til our army's on top
{'Til we standing on the top y'all

(Kardinal Offishall)
The funk is in the air (yo) you might suffocate
If you don't strap on your mack on and watch I articulate
We don't shake hands with cops (yo) we don't participate
Light up an informer and make his mouth menstrate (yo)
Black is for Black, they can't understand that
So they call it "reverse racism" and try to pin it back (yo)
But if we ain't for us, who for us? them? - nah!
If it was up to them they would have us ridin' in the back of the bus
In handcuffs and other shackles (yo) check Mr. Bush
Plant cocaine on me and call it operation push
Our Prime Minister is actually second in command
Bending over to the star spangled-politically strangled
So we have to move (yo) through the underground
Encode the funk mode and claim back the sound (yo)
'Cause what's mine is gonna stay mine, word to line for line
Off the top and all that
Peace to magnificent rap

CHORUS

(Tara Chase)
Look out
Cameras are watching you, they watching you from birth
And they be killing us softly by biologically attacking us first
Don't think that you're immune
'Cause your acquired system is soon to be consumed
Flesh eating disorder, false claims of water
I rip through the lies so I can bare sons and daughters, and soldiers
Build my camp up like an army over Giza, running suicide missions
You can't disarm me

CHORUS **no Kardinal**

**Jully Black ad-libs**

(Jully Black)
Making babies 'til our army's on top
yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
(Kardinal Offishall)
Wake up!
Take it low, low low low low low

OUTRO (Kardinal Offishall)
Dear Lord,
I really, I don't even know how to ax this
You know, I can't, this this this is not an act
I must, from the bottom of my heart, ask forgiveness for my sins
But you know what
I ask that you give me the strength to be able to reach
all of those peoples, on every street corner, every block, every ghetto
All of those people, that we sometimes think are not worthy of blessings,
they're worthy to me
And I think that as a man given the blessings you have given me
The opportunity to speak, that I need to speak the language
of those people, and I need to reach them
You know, beacuse there's are a lot of good people on this Earth,
but there still some people that need a talking to
And I ask you to give me the strength to reach out to those people
You know because I believe everybody is worthy of your blessings
So I ask that you give, you give me, my family, my crew, F.O.S, the circle
All of us, all the babies that are being born
You give us the strength to be able to deal with it how you see fit
Beacuse you give all of us the power, as much as some people might not believe it
You give us the strength to reach out and touch a lot people
So Lord I ask you give me the strength to go out in the world and start the fire
You know, start your fire, you understand I'm saying
Lord, just please be with me, be with me
and give me the strength and let me do this
come to you as humble man, Kardinal Offishall
Quest For Fire

INTRO (Kardinal Offishall)
It's a Kardi Kardi party, what!
What, yeah
Yo this be the Kardi Kardi party, what!
(Saukrates)
Anybody coming through here, gotta expect
The hottest, hottest, hottest hottest
The hottest hottest shit for real
(Kardinal Offishall) {Saukrates}
Yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}
Yo yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}
Yo yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}
Niggas know

(Saukrates)
I ain't spittin', I hock a luggy
This ain't no motherfu---- verse, I write movies
Picture this, how a nigga get sicker than itchy syphilis
Burn radio waves 'til I hit your bitch Christmas list
Ha, I drop rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
(Kardinal Offishall)
Back at your ass in full flash
Come to mash every last class of (emcee)
Pass the baton when I get on
And go on until I got it on
Spark it up and inhale this (emcee)
Masterly, masterfully I be the (emcee)
So many can't rock the mic, so they hold the glock tight
And I give thanks I wasn't born a sucker
Pucker for this hard fist lyricist
'Nuff butter like BBJ's grocery list
(Saukrates)
Yo, hoes be this hoes be that
Bet if I flash this watch my nigga, that hoe be back
And I ain't even rocking a Rolly or fronting with cash
I'm at the bar with George Costanza arguing for tax
The first to let you know, get some flood insurance
It ain't a rare occurrence when I overflow
You'll be backstrokin' from Alaska to Oakland
When me and my Circle be in a yacht... (floating) *echo*

CHORUS (YLook) {Saukrates} (Kardinal)
You know this money man
Got us acting funny man
We sick of living crummy man
We got to get this money man
(New houses), {got, got to get it}
(Real figures by the thousands), {got, got to get it}
(Big stacks for the family), {got, got to get it}
(Big tunes playing annually), {got, got to get it}

(Kardinal Offishall) {Saukrates}
Yo, easy rude bwoy, give me a little second to breeze through
We make the track jump, so it's hard to roll trees to
No matter give me no daps nigga, I ain't trying to please you
Want to flow with me, can't afford the fees duke
Claiming street raps when Jeff Healey could see through
Your wonder bra rah rah, {garbage like bad pot}
Go ahead like punk trick and watch where you land
I'm a shady black slim, you a nigga I can't stand
Move! kid, this some celebrity next shit
Step up and watch the next celebrity hanging by they necklace
Peasants! Think about what you getting into
We hardcore, bump those little fist fights we've been through
We done did it, never mind can or can do
We trying to make it easier for our fam to Land Cruise
You sell the same weed at the same spot
We graduated to the high grade lyrics pon cock
(Saukrates) {Kardinal}
I've been autobahn rhyme ever since primetime
Saw George and Wheezy sipping on fine wine
The ghetto scream {rewind} like daylight savings time
Bring it back, firing legal hollows out the Ac'
{Who's that?} MC's of leisure, Sauk and Kardinal
We bring the ebony stone, now watch me carve it out
Bump my shit in tenement housing
It's a vocal revolution for 2000... "1!"

CHORUS

(KO) Ayo, you better come strapped when we attack
(S) 'Cause only strapped cats have a shot at the rap
(KO) Bullet holes in the map leave a trail to where we at
But stop short of we
(S) We got them sucking the bowl like they speaking Portuguese
So bitch freeze, your motivation evident
Rhymes milky, chocolate has heaven sent
(KO) Ayo, I'm older now, arguing with back clerks
And presidents and crack heads smoking too close to the residence
What!

(Kardinal Offishall) {Saukrates}
Yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}
Yo yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}
Yo yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}
Yo yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}

(YLook)
You know this money man
Got us acting funny man
We sick of living crummy man
We got to get this money man

(Kardinal Offishall)
Yo, big Sox, Kardinal Offishall
Circle IV, big YLook, cousin Spoke
Let the motherfu---- beat ride

Don't sleep niggas

It was a cool and lonely
Offishall style that coerced her to smile
Chalk another to the file
Quest for breasts, my intent to impress the mistress
So cess broke the ice like Gretzky
I told she give me your signiture or number
Slumber could follow if I check you tomorrow
Who, ate, simply went to my date's
Now my belles apparel, why spoil the king's night
Eat chicken at 3 and the skin at 4 o'clock
Who, again I reach the girl's door
Just call me FT cause her birthday suit is sore
Hit the floor in a hearts swift motion
Lotion the skin and like caress all me
In the cup, arm in the cup
Hittin that spot that's g
You know I do your head sheet
That the hit was a nap and the biggest ever sold
Took 5 minutes for the cannon to explode
She said do you love me and I said no
The she slapped my face I grabbed her and said ho
Do that again and the story gets told
To stick it in was nice, but yo I'll get more
Cause Offishall's out for mine and then some
I hit some and leave some then on wid da show
word up
CHORUS (2x)
One for the money and two is for my clothes
And three is for the calls, pause
And four is for the trick and stuff
Wanna bang with us and the game for the dough
Yo on wid da show
I knew this girl named Susan
Fly skin from the islands
And Trini who always had a dress that's cut mini
And tempt to get praise and so the skin lay low
And only playin hostess when niggas got dough
One day I see her rollin with these niggas that I knew
Walkin through the downtown about a half past 2
So I warn my niggas word up she livin foul
She just smiled and said 'Yo nigs yo know my style'
Who, eh was that John young
He took her to the palace his moms was not home
She undressed herself to reveal the unresistable
Coca-cola body while he bobbin like motorola
38-32-46 my my my
Only problem was she wouldn't spread her thighs
Said I need a hundred, my nigga said well
Just suck up on my jewels until my headpiece swell
Yo she said do you love me and he said no
This queen got dressed he grabbed her and said ho
Do what you do but no (?) will flow
Nice try, on the real niggas only make dough
Yo on wid da show
CHORUS (2x)
Now to my uptown rollers, go and get yours
If your sippin over proof inside a Lex Coupe
Shotgun, whats up with them niggas that passed
Real gs make peace and get pieces that last (on the real)
On the real I ain't about bustin steel
Praise the almighty I won't sway not even slightly
Give thanks for my life and for my boys
And for my blood
For all them true heads that make noise
While niggas pose hard we do the Kardinal dance
While you're still leavin a jam with your hands inside your pants
Kardinal Offishall will do it for you broke
Yo, cause one's for the money and we on wid da show
You didn't think so
CHORUS (3x)

(Kardinal Offishall)
Alright
Yo, I'm bust
I'mma kill it, I'mma kill it
Here we go here we go
Yo
My flow is like a cock block for your whole label street team
My verse is like a hearse for your marketing scheme
My whole steez nigga please, put the mic down
Talking 'bout you represent, when you embarrassing your town
Walking around with the Gay Pride parade crown
Silicone raps underneath that pink gown
Posing as a killer when you living as a clown
Entertaining A&R's too deaf to hear the sound
You a has-been rapper, talking 'bout your style's nice
Saying I'm independent now, looking for a new life
A weak DJ, living off of 80's fame
Guess starring in the Basement, living off of Tigga's name
My name's Kardinal, the pearl mic dark figure
Diploma type thoughts mixed up with street niggas
Living underground trying to earn the pop loot
'Cause I won't sell crack and got no aim to shoot
No patience for the weed, not quick enough to tief
Can't pimp, don't like fur coats or gold teeth
But I can rock the hell out of a fat ass beat
I might smile, up in your face and then jack your S-P
CHORUS 1 (Kardinal Offishall) {CMD}
Yo, I'm ill to the 7th degree
T-dot represent, ya hearing me
{Go ahead den}
Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper
With flows you don't know, how a firestarter go
{Go ahead den}
Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky
A make way when I'm stepping in the room
{Go ahead den}
Yo eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet
Yo, listen to me, ya not zeen
{Well go ahead den}
(Kardinal Offishall)
Yo, my rhymes are FedEx covered in latex
Delivered to your Jubby, my charms tribes quest for hot sex
No bust for the next can protect
It's when the I drop, the niggas saying 'what?'
And the skins are saying wet wet wet wet wet
I'm dripping in 'nuff girls, and missing what we trying to say
But talking about a revolution, end up talking about the day
When they can feel a rapper's privates, I'm looking for your mind
But I'm seeing all your titties and a big round behind
Oh damn girl, you make think 'bout selling out
But oops, your weave just fell out
Ha ha
I'm straight from the place that first brought you Vince Carter
The story of Hurricane, and imported sugar cane
And snappy pop coming out three for a dollar
What, Peter loves who? Yo don't bother to hail it up
In the streets where we meet 'cause you might get beat
And find your head caught between timbos and concrete
And that's real, a lot of ignorant peeps around the way
Ain't trying to bend over to the madness of the day
But do what to do and yo who am I to say
I just want your records sales anyway
You see me
CHORUS 2 (Kardinal Offishall) {CMD}
Someone kill to try and come up with the things that I say
I'm a bad mother-yo
{Go ahead den}
I'm too fresh like Guess-V, in a special way (special way)
But everyday
{Go ahead den}
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(Kardinal Offishall)
Yo yo
I'm kick another one, another one for the mic, know what I'm saying
Yo, I'm rolling through my hood system waking up the neighbours
Hell yeah, I know it's wrong but I gotta pump my song
Heavier rotation than Sisqo and Thong Song
I'm the perfect combination of Einstein and Long Dong Silver
Up in one, kick real raps for fun
I'm the black anti-Babylon, rapping shogun
I try not bus' until I'm sure she cum
If I get a little hit, check I out the whole long
My tongue is like an instant check for 7-0's
Write about this, rhyme something about the hoes
Anyways I try to uplift, but not too serious yet
Because too much to say makes a negro's a threat
So we talk about sex and promote the drug game
Even though we know it's wrong, we just trying to make a name
Cha, I'm trying to get my Mom's out the ghetto
And you would too if you could flow, stupid!
CHORUS 1
** scratched by DJ Tracks **
(KO) DJ Tracks