Introduction :
Uh huh, Yeah
See I don't even feel bad about this one (wishing on vagina)
I'll show you why (one day)
Verse 1 :
Yo, when women say it ain't nice then it's not / well alright, White's hot like rice in a pot / and there's always beef, hence the rising of stocks / you'll be surprised at how much life you'll find in the Rock / when a bird can't flap her wings to it it ain't shit / hit the curb and rap of influence of paid bitch / or in fact bout how much paid bitches crave shit / niggers were thinking bout getting stacked in the slave ships / when a chicken head yawns to it its boring / some soaring absorbing the worms got in the morning / they balling I'm calling performance based on the storming / of more men appalling so shut up and record him / if a ratchet don't make a racket it's bad kid / not plastic but fact is you want asses to baps dig? / yeah that's it don't get distracted by talent of madlib / add mad kicks tracks is wack if they can't be sang shit
The Improper Poet / Son now you know it
Chorus :
Well if you wanna be the sickest Mc you can't brag / You killing every cypher and battle, but you ain't got cash / Yo sick performance Shadow, nigga fuck that / No disrespect but if medis aren't screaming it's Not Swagg
Verse 2 :
If a female ain't wyling then why sing? / I won't lie most lie; most of us like to deny but we like things / exciting it's both about living and surviving / interesting, delighting, I'm giving them a hiding / when a bitch don't bark when it's played it's late / mistake the dreams of getting chains will fade / I'll invade a dame with the fame and name radio play / paper chase day to day coz the game won't change / If it won't make a ho twerk it won't work / a slow search for growth, church, no words for those birds / you so thirst for old pervs who throw herbs some hors d'oeuvres / who's flow will show the mode beserk? I'll go first / if a honey don't dougie buddy it's ugly / you'll look crummy like the mummy but sonny wouldn't it be lovely / if it was the Bugatti cubby huggin the money? / I mean while he hungry, running in undies, what a dummy
The White Shadow motherfucker!
Chorus :
Well if you wanna be the sickest Mc you can't brag / You killing every cypher and battle, but you ain't got cash / Yo sick performance Shadow, nigga fuck that / No disrespect but if medis aren't screaming it's Not Swagg
Verse 3 :
Shocase, If its rugged and raw it's bugging a broad / but I ain't fussing I'm still buzzing from fucking dozens of whores / I'm a glutton she was loving the stuff she doesn't recall / now it's nothing why you fronting you muffing hundreds or more / If a female ain't rocking it then stop it / the flop is you think your props will make you a profit / I don't care about the money I do this for the love, that's nonsense / your shows are filled with cock instead of tricks that do squats, splits / If a girl ain't going stupid it's useless, it is putrid, kinda music that's keeping cupid from shooting / fuck excuses you are losing while tryna uphold the movement / their view keeps proving they know exactly what loot is / Coz most niggers don't buy shit women do / men are haters like, what could this guy do that I couldn't do? / they envy ideas of bitches diving into liquor made swimming pools / rappers jealous coz most know how to flow but they ain't winning duke
James Caviar
Chorus :
Well if you wanna be the sickest Mc you can't brag / You killing every cypher and battle, but you ain't got cash / Yo sick performance Shadow, nigga fuck that / No disrespect but if medis aren't screaming it's Not Swag
