Emcee No More

For four minutes and change I bang niggas in the brains

With lyrical flames gaining me some critical acclaim

And to fuck with this you must be higher than Rick James

When he named his background singers after Mary Jane

So smoke that, what I wrote black you gotta love it

Music's my commodity I make plenty of it

I'm a product in myself, I'm the pimp and the ho

A hundred percent game and it's all for the doe

And if it ain't for paper what you doing it for

That's like getting in the fast lane and driving all slow