I'm a Dominican dude
With African features
Since high school
I've been a hip hop preacher
F*ck academics
I never really cared since Cudeni
They label me as bum
It was a matter of time before I flunk
But I pick myself dropping raps
Found my way missing class
Throwback
To the patio freestyling
With some lunatics
Like a radio
We had the rhymes on automatic
Recording wack shit on a computer microphone
Rum and coke on a double white styrofoams
Good old days
But they weren't meant to stay
'Cause back then I didn't have shit to say
But now is my time chump
I mean
Look what I've become
I'm the hip hop Nina Simone
Loud mouth and a peaceful monk
F*ck rap
Imma start doing funk
And mix it with jazz
Long live arts
F*ck cash
I'm beginning to spaz
Like the demon of taz
F*ck...
Imma self made genius
With a fashion angle
Old ass jeans
Rolled up to my ankles
With colorful socks
On the face a mean mug
That my way of saying
I don't give a f*ck
I decided to rap english
But I talk spanish
If I didn't it was a challenge
Plus I love balance
And pronunciation don't matter
As long as I leave the beat shattered
So imma make them feel like a caveman
I'm not a lier
Because when they hear me rap
It's like domestication of fire
I'll never get tired of saying
I think is funny how you thought
I was playing
If I say imma do something
I'll do it
I don't know how to bluff
But I can't blame you 'cause
There so many of these niggas
That even I gotta say to myself
You're not like these niggas
Yo Mamey you are not like these niggas
And I don't mean niggas as the n word
Everybody is a nigga as far I know
I'm taking about these rhymezone rappers
Vs me
A bilingual four books in a month rapper
So one night I got a premonition
Imma let theses dudes get all the recognition?
It's clear
They would get all the praise
Even though they weren't real
So
I didn't want say it but
I could out hip hop
Any of your pops in rap
Even with writers block
And I do got the writers block
'Cause if hip hop was a hood
I'll be the plug
Y'all need to stop
Making films got me feeling like the new Kurosawa Akira
Making music got me feeling like Mike
F*ck Tito
I like girls who are too hot for me
Call me piro
Actually
Call me Pete Rose
'Cause I'm willing to bet I get they zeros
I'm just being honest
My raps
Are like jabs to your stomach
But no hooks on this song
Don't repeat the rhymes I sung
They might make you my clone
Flow too sick not get infected
Only do tens like I'm getting tested
Too much front let me chill
I'm the same dude still
Dreaming of doings things
No one have done
I want this platform for me all alone
That's why I sound bold
The truth be told
I want to have the game on a chokehold
Modern day dadaist
Style is unusual but it's still politics
Mamey the rap encyclopedia
Real shit
F*ck social media
It's my responsibility to tell the truth
That's why I pray before I hop in the booth
God told me
I'm here to make them feel repentance
He said I got more bars than a 25 to life sentence