[Verse 1]
I only play with the truth
If I'm saying I did it, I lived it, I been it, what I say in the booth
So you can stay with your crew
Faking, making paper, disgracing the culture and fabricating your roots
I be faded its true, light in the lab
I’m a writing type of a lad, got a mic that's spliced to my hand
I'm a strike ‘em lightening fast like a Michael Tysony jab
A damn poison pen like it's ricin right in my pad
But I never been a Glock shooter on blocks
Ducking shots like Tupac, rocks stuffed in my tube socks
Neither have you, only difference you spitting you did
You stinking like bullshit and your writtens are ripped
(You a) sickly prick nipple sucking the industry tits
Stick with the shtick, you a hit if your mission is this
Magician with tricks, a slithery Slytherin bitch
Riddle me this, how I keep it so fricking legit?
[Chorus]
Ugh, yeah this the proof and the fact
Killing illegitimate kids in booths when I rap
Ugh, yeah, so sick of bumbling bums
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Habitual fibbers they getting stumbling stuns
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
[Verse 2: MADic]
I keep it true to myself
If you following all of them awful trends, well then you stupid as well
I'm a Doogie, you tell all of your friends
That Howser targeting them, I send your crew to the shelf
And I've proven I'm swell, go peep the EP
I'm speaking freaking so freely, I keep that heat with my CD
I'm deep I'm sleeping with seaweed, can't cease the seizing of repeats
Ain't letting secretly seedy skeezy people defeat me
Me and E.T., we one the same
Separated at birth, but sir we stuck by the brain
Alien flow, outcast now I'm disrupting the game
MAD to the jump in frame, words tug at your brain
Fuck conformity, most of the radio it is boring me
I party to it, but recognize that this is war me
Your warranty ain't covering me, I coming for more emcees
With corny beats, I keep it a hundred, stunting, we royalty
[Chorus]
Ugh, yeah this the proof and the fact
Killing illegitimate kids in booths when I rap
Ugh, yeah, so sick of bumbling bums
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Habitual fibbers they getting stumbling stuns
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
[Verse 3: MADic]
Third verse, a great fucking charm
Got rappers cowering, showering sweat from they underarms
'Cause they know they cover about to be blown asunder
Nothing but shit come from they pipes, go get ‘em a plumber
Listeners number, I wonder how they figure
These niggas need to get bigger, too busy checking they Tumblr
They sleeping, with my Apple I wake em out of they slumber
The summer number one hit, Dumb featuring Dumber
Slum creeping, I’m coming to any mic in the city
I'm getting hype and I'm busy, you spitting tight then get with me
I'm living life to the ending, I’m spilling guts and my feelings
Don't give a fuck who the fuck I be motherfucking offending
Cooking cuts in the kitchen, it’s me, I'm keeping it real
Get me and minus the truth it's like Key is missing a Peele
Or Peele is missing a meal, that fake shit tire on tracks
What's the appeal when you reinventing the wheel
[Chorus]
Ugh, yeah this the proof and the fact
Killing illegitimate kids in booths when I rap
Ugh, yeah, so sick of bumbling bums
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Habitual fibbers they getting stumbling stuns
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
Ugh, yeah this the proof and the fact
Killing illegitimate kids in booths when I rap
Ugh, yeah, so sick of bumbling bums
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Habitual fibbers they getting stumbling stuns
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
