Get 'Em

[Hook] Uh Man verse by verse I'mma make these weak niggas disperse Man I swear verse by verse I'mma make these weak rappers disperse Man I'mma get 'em I'mma get 'em Watch me get 'em I'mma get 'em I'mma get 'em I'mma get 'em Watch me get 'em I'mma get 'em [Verse] I'm very instrumental, to any instrumental You ain't on my level my nigga, even a little You at the bottom, not even at Malcolm in the middle You homo ass nigga, (shh) go-N eat some skittles Now hop up on the rainbow try to reach where I hang though I'm a little further up then and near the angels So at your highest point you still wouldn't reach my ankles You are what you eat but that ain't true cause im anal? (eww) And the people show love like a bear hug I'm here to last, they temporary call em' haircuts Fair enough I stand behind my balls like a felon does If you a boss, meet the executor and when it come to paper, meet the editor A little better brah you need to step, step it up I'm on my business that's my forte, you? You beat around the bush like foreplay And they anticipating me like a court date So for the bars Im'a charge like the court say And if the court say they know I did it like OJ (what?) Then im in the next city like a tour date There ain't no I in team but it's in I in win Ain't no "I" in lose but there's an "I" in him Meaning me meaning moi, so beat the repertoire of the upper echelon That's high, high in the sky, high to the point that I almost saw God. (Wow) I stand out from the rest like Yao But ain't gotta play ball to have you cheering Perform so well I might as well take a bow Shitting on these niggas' like a movement from my bowels People wanna know how if feels in the clouds But I guess they'll never know cause im never coming down I started with a dream, added a little faith in Mixed it with adversity and let it marinate I put it in the oven for a while and let it bake (yup) Call it food for thought, put it on your plate A friend of mighty Motown, home sweet home Where I roam like a phone in the unknown zone My niggas roam like a phone in the unknown zone And we condone a tone a money hoes and clothes And my record sell like a boat load Fam you couldn't fill my shoes like bozos And im solo, cause I herd that what hoes really want is a ring like Frodo. (no) Coastal, man my nickname postal Why they local like they old schools I should beat them like pro tools Will Farrell nigga started out Oldschool [Hook] Note to the world, I made it I promise I'mma change it Thank god to my Momma that I'm finally famous