Elbows For Everyone

[Verse 1: Concrete Cee] Rappers say they're Rick Rossin' it, rented Maybachs For the videos, real heads know they're Keith Clossin' it You ain't ballin', your jaw is made of porcellain China, in other words, your words are not yours And my game is smash mouth, extinguish your Levi's, ya liar Didn't you catch my last stage show, doggie that was fire For real, I brought the house down like an inside job So many stories, the Petronas Towers stood before me Hardly, that reference split the apple on your heads Or that glass of Scotch, now shorty dead I win, Javier Bardem, villain mode engaged Anton Chigurh, hold still while I bolt ya face Pokerface, if Phil Ivey asks you your name Don't fix your lips and answer that question, you know who he plays As for me, I couldn't give a fuck less who you are On or off beat, you know I rap better than y'all, come on... [Interlude 1: Concrete Cee] Haha..., Elbows for everyone Bitch! Elbows for everyone Elbows for everyone For all of y'all You, you, you..., yeah, you too! Fuck outta here, elbows for everyone Yeah [Verse 2: Concrete Cee] Canine trapmines, wack rhymes, bedtime Snoozefest, you rest, in peace, big leaf Victory signs with the fingers, hippie Hipsters, pseudo-neo-multicultural Spoiled middle class kids cursed by the hated Book of Jobs Black Eyed Peas in a Pod, cast spells IGod on his shirt, word, nerds rap well It's the demise of record sales, welcome to my city! The only dude I let rep Berlin is Peter Fox The rest of y'all can see the Glock that Uffie popped Electro rap bitches get my sole to their hole They said Streetball is dead, little bitches getting bold and it's sad I grew up around older heads, elbows thrown instead Of whining about hardboiled defense Weaklings be switching up faster than after a screen-n-roll One minute you front and the next you deepthroat, motherfucker! [Interlude 2: Concrete Cee] Elbows for everyone, elbows for everyone *cough* Elbows for everyone! Yeah, you too Don't act like you can't get'em You know you can get'em Anybody can get'em! Dikembe Mutombo up in this bitch, elbows for everybody Fuck outta here *sigh* [Verse 3: Concrete Cee] Elbow mentality, Mortal Kombat on the mic Reduce big wigs to kids, babality Cattleprod chickens, cause clitoris calamities H5N1 the bird in, like Miami Who the fuck wanna battle me? People got too much Time on their hands, like 3 watches New rapper name, since we already got 2 Chainz 4 bracelets, 5 anklets, 6 earrings One 50 Cent song, remember "How To Rob"? Told a groupie be silent and remember how to bob Today I didn't feel like putting message in a song Elbows for everyone, especially the ones That's out there giving free hugs I'm giving out coffee cups without bottoms and call them shits mean mugs April the fifth, I'm still shaqtin' a fool Don't care if you think I'm unfunny, I'm laughing at YOU! You figure half the shit I rap about is actually true Like how I never talk to classmates after school... Bitch please... [Outro: Concrete Cee] Fuck outta here *singing off-key* Elbows for everyone Bitch