Heron ft. Stress The White Boy Lyrics

I'm a rap phenomenon, Ray Charles Robinson on heron

Musical genius, needle up in my arm

Writing these bomb, lyrics harm whoever step on these landmines

Limbs, Timbs, flying like airlines

So put your seat back, cut the beat on cause I'm killin' that

These rappers softer than a pussy that's Brazilian waxed

People outside the 215 think we're weird

A city full of thugs pulling guns out their beard

And they quick to put the Ruger to your melon champ

But life goes on John Cougar Mellencamp

Said it best I'm a fresh definition

Tryna serve the rest but there's too many chefs in the kitchen

Cause right now Hip Hop is in a slump

We need to bring the fun back, where's Humpty Hump?

I'd rather have MC Hammer on this mic dancing

He was way more entertaining then these wack rappers ranting

Don't be offended that's just my opinion

Written in stone, zoned out to the rhythm

I'm the man up in this piece this year

I run shit around here, you just live here

And even if I could yo I wouldn't stop

Cause I'm addicted to this lifestyle of Hip Hop

It's in my vein you can hear it flow through my arm

And I need it like a junkie need heron

I spit the, hideous, grittiest, flow that's gruesome

Having dudes wildin', gouging out their eye like Houston

I come across humble but I'm far from a sucker

You come on stage you best be ready to rumble like Michael Buffer

I write tougher, always relinquish another style

While you carrying that extinguished torch another mile

When this Hip Hop shit is illegal and they abolish it

I rep it hard I should be listed in the acknowledgments

As one of the illest in conversations about who was great

Dudes analyze my music like the Zapruder tape

An unsolved mystery just like that Bermuda shape

I drive you insane, and cause you to self mutilate

I fumigate, airing these rappers out for practice

With a flow hotter than dog shit and stronger than cat piss

My first date I got to 3rd Bass without the Cactus Album

Bent her over and started batting a thousand

Don't be offended that's just my opinion

Written in stone, zoned out to the rhythm

I'm the man up in this piece this year

I run shit around here, you just live here

And even if I could yo I wouldn't stop

Cause I'm addicted to this lifestyle of Hip Hop

It's in my vein you can hear it flow through my arm

And I need it like a junkie need heron

The way I come up on stage smiling and struttin'

You would think Steve Harvey just gave me an introduction

Ran down my credentials and gave me a mic stand and instrumental

This ain't Barbara Streisand in Yentl

It's hardcore Hip Hop at it's finest

I never tell you the years cause the music's timeless

On stage you can tell I'm a polished professional

In the booth a spill truth like I'm up in confessional

Yo I'm not a backpacker I replaced it brother

Got a mic in one hand, a briefcase in the other

Tell aspiring rappers to stay a fan, give it up

Cause it's a thankless job and the dental plan sucks

You really gotta love it sacrifice and hustle hard

Maybe press up your CD's on your credit card

Don't quit your day job, your shits a hot mess

I might like it alot more if you played it alot less

Don't be offended that's just my opinion

Written in stone, zoned out to the rhythm

I'm the man up in this piece this year

I run shit around here, you just live here

And even if I could yo I wouldn't stop

Cause I'm addicted to this lifestyle of Hip Hop

It's in my vein you can hear it flow through my arm

And I need it like a junkie need heron