[ Featuring CrewZoo ]
I'm so dirty can't keep it clean, neat freaks leave the scene
Side's flow is street supreme, it overheats your beat machine
I'll eat your team, spit the bones out, the king is home bring the throne out
Cut on a beat and watch me zone out
Been the nicest writing before I had a driver's license
Rhyme reciting, ain't too many others sounding like him
They bound to bite him, take a little bit and add it
Been doing it since my nappy hair used to get platted
But now I'm back at it with the tools to do the job
More ignorant than necessary, more foolish than required
On stage live in ghetto clubs, no divas
You buy a beer, they give you the change out their cleavage
Ten years ago I said rap sucked penises
Compared to now, them cats was some lyrical geniuses
Enough with my grievances, I'll never give this up
Cause I do this too well and I love this too much
What up
Chains all tangled up, Timbs untied
Outline angled up, rims on my ride
Fly shorty by my side, we gonna live it up
Even when I'm broke I'm still feeling like a million bucks
Chains all tangled up, Timbs untied
Outline angled up, rims on my ride
Fly shorty by my side, we gonna live it up
Even when I'm broke I'm still feeling like a million bucks
They say how you stay original every time you drop
I ain't had cable in years I don't even know what's hot
I don't know what they doing on 106 & Park
I'm in my own world dog, it's like I'm living in the dark
That seem to work for me, certainly, I'm independent
No major label jerking me, putting some shiny shirt on me
I go bare chest, used to quest for fame now I could care less
It's funny cause my average shit is their best
Don't even compare or come anywhere near
I been doing this here before you had pubic hair
Been in my fair share of battles so let me just stop you
Diss me I ain't gone battle you, nah I'm just gone sock you
Ain't got the patience for rappers that's overanxious
Nameless, drop a mixtape now he think he famous
Make yourself a lane then your ass needs to stay in it
You got alot of energy, but lyrically ain't saying shit
Chains all tangled up, Timbs untied
Outline angled up, rims on my ride
Fly shorty by my side, we gonna live it up
Even when I'm broke I'm still feeling like a million bucks
Chains all tangled up, Timbs untied
Outline angled up, rims on my ride
Fly shorty by my side, we gonna live it up
Even when I'm broke I'm still feeling like a million bucks
So am I wrong, cause all I wanna do all day long
Is write songs and at night get paid to perform
Dream job, it ain't work if you love it like I do
You're too underqualified for this I can't hire you
I gotta fire you, you're not a big star
I treat a mic like Jimmy Hendrix used to treat his guitar
Burn it up, flow is hot, like it's dipped in tar
And laced with something nice like when you split your cigar
If you ain't know, bul I'm raw, pardon me, por favor
I'll roll over you, like a Stomper 4x4
80's toys, you're like Tyrese in Baby Boy
I'm more like Ving Rhames, damn Nube this shit bangs
Be easy when you hear Side spittin
Don't talk greasy like a mouth full of fried chicken
Dissin' thinking that I fell off missin'
Cause even when I'm not serving I'm still cooking in the kitchen
