EMCEE Lyrics

You can call me a hoe for how I'm on the track

I'll bend right back quicker than a cul-de-sac

If you think that's a stretch go get your yoga mat

Because I stay running shit like Black quarterbacks

Imagine summer July in the morning time

And your bed is facing the outside

Clear blue skies you don't have curtains or blinds

Basically what I'm saying is you can't stop my shine no

Yeah I'm deeper than most

I play life like breakfast I'm keeping the toast

I might be reckless but I don't sleep with occults

That's waking up from a nightmare then peeping the ghost

They changed the game enslaved your brain

Gave you wages fame and rage and pain

But I'm like Able daddy still raising Cane

We ain't the same I hate to blame you rappers

Rappers making minimum wage

Selling their soul in a million ways

Working 24-7 for fortune and fame

These niggas think I'm a myth like the Loch Ness Monster

I got 99 men with me like Contra

Last thing I want to be a high profile mobster

So fuck these crab bitches I don't eat lobster

It's beyond belief all this fake ass beef

I know y'all smiles is phony with them fake ass teeth

Can't trust your homies cuz there's hate beneath

A bitch is a bitch and a snake's a thief

So here's some game for you don't hire the label lawyer

They'll take your paper from you and call them haters on you

That chick you fucking with got jackers waiting for you

Don't eat in the hood nigga get you a takeout order

Scandalous rumors planted to fool us

Frantic consumers and counterfeit jewelers

Interviewers who screw us so the police pursue us

Random intruders and professional shooters for you rappers

Rappers making minimum wage

Selling their soul in a million ways

Working 24-7 for fortune and fame