What I Say Lyrics

What I say kicks filled with wu tang

I'm like Castro

I'm going to war with more than just a grenade

Machine guns, three medics and two tanks

And You can say I'm bringing the ruckus to you like an ass hole

Your gonna take it all

Go grab a bottle of castrole

It's not safe to run home

You my can't dodge the curve from a fastball

Imma turn your lights out

Flash it twice on ya ass

I'm talking last call

I'm on my shit again

I don't pretend to win

Cause I know I can do it all myself

And I ain't losing ends

Get shaken down with a quick look

And Imma jot it down keep a count for it in my quick books

And You can get tore up from the floor up

These alphabets are making me queasy

I need throw up

Robo tripping and double fisting

I'm gonna pour up

You better slow up

We can knuckle down to the toe up

And you gone tore up

Don't make me show up

When I spit I'm causing panic attacks in this bitch

I'm about to blow up

I got there hands in the air

Like put ya dough up

And I don't with play kids

You better grow up

Before you get wrote up

I'll give you tickets to my show

On the wrong day

Just for you to show up

You better own up

Imma have tearing up

Like we broke up with a shitty text after I drove off

The money shows no value

I'd rather take off with the joy of making music myself

I wiped the slate off

A master chef on the mic

I'll cut the cake off

Over heat' n on the beat man

Shut the bake off

Im kinda like lupin the third

Man fuck what ya heard

You're like a turtle with out a shell

After I crack the porcelain

I'll flush them down like a turd

I'm taking it back to the trap

Watch me as I rob your rupees

It's about time you mother fuckers jumped off my dick

Like a couple of groupies

Like Escobar with a cigar

You will always lose me

I'm Ricky Ricardo packing t he strap

Screaming honey I'm home

I love Lucy

You Don't wanna mistake me for Asian

Your not close to sorta kinda

Imma bet on myself and double down

There's gonna big trouble in little China

We can play hide and seek

They will never find ya we can fight in the streets

Imma hit them with my fast hands

You can Call me ehonda

Or I can have you marooned

As I'm Burning the gas

I tossed both pedals in the grass

Turkey stuffing you in the back of the hatch

In my 97 Honda hatch back right next to bag full of hash

And put it in cruise control to crash

You're on my radar like mash

So you better come up with the cash

Or you'll get stashed

I charge 10% finders fee on my deliveries

I Don't need to ask me

For my cash back

It's hard to claim when I'm in this state

Over exaggerate as I lay out it all on the plate

I made a pricey decision which was why I chose the high steaks

But I made it through the final course

The rest was a Piece of cake

I shifted over due to the way I was built

My change was tectonic

My actions were alittle demonic

You'll need a password to get in my head

Johnny Mnemonic

Smoke'em out like sack of chronic

And imm Ring'em out in a bag and toss the bodies behind the hedge

Running fast from the hogs on my feet like name was sonic

Yep im on it

Im spreading faster than the bubonic and

You gonna need a tonic

A master in disguise

In any color I'm sherwin

They fucked up and counted my spells

But I guess they mistook me for Merlin

Wasn't born with a silver spoon

So when I grew up eating I adjusted to silver

I threw up rhymes til i became polished as Sterling

I gotta go get it

On fire and I will never extinguish

Even if your flames retarded

I'll have to adjust my English

Get you in line like a 9 ball like I was playing with billiards

I make magic happen

I guess thats why they call me the wizard