Me, Myself And You

[Verse One: Copywrite] They say I'm a bastard Ghost writers, I make 'em casket Grindin' till I'm your favorite rappers, favorite rappers, favorite rapper Don't let me loose you though I move through on Cruise Control and lose you, you move too slow I chew you and spew your flow And I'mma spoon feed the flow to you skeeze till doe Is on leaves it grows on my tree Your flow is on E and I'm gassed up Get wrecked up, hoe it's on me They tried to fence me in, they tried to lynch me But I got road rage, don't ride against me You can't get in the fast lane, riding ten speed Tense? You'll be mincemeat if you try to diss me You get me? It's C.O.'s own C.O.P.Y Realize I need my home grown so B.I., T.C.H. go home This T.H.C.'s got me With a V8 lean, Copy don't need anything [Hook] All I need is me, myself and I and uh This lighter to light this fire up This mic to get this livened up And you and you and you and you and All I need is me, myself and I and uh This lighter to light this fire up This mic to get this livened up And you and you and you and you [Verse Two: Tage Future] If you think about it ?? T. selecting the scripture Same as Roger Ebert directing a picture Google past a couple of years I develop my style without anybody knowing And I chose the direction that nobody's goin' But on the way I'm gonna touch bucks, now it's 'bout the figure My speech absurd each word is worth a thousand pictures My clique's a stick in the stomach, y'all niggas don't want it I spit it with vigor enough to disfigure a trumpet And T's for Tage that's who hate, that's cool That shit will fade, I come off like a fake tattoo Your chicks amazed I'mma blaze, hope you got your armor I bring iller noise/Illinois to your state than Barack Obama Can't stop I'm a goner Cop, rock shit with me and Jakki, we gettin' richer, you dying Look at you bitchin' and crying Sippin' gin and tonic, plus twistin' plenty chronic On some grown man shit, y'all motherfuckers embryonic [Hook] [Verse Three: Copywrite] See it's, very aware we prepare for havoc Fabric, softners in your pocket, you're scared of static And you're more gassed up than an Excursion limo And ain't nobody even heard your demo I'm an addict for the kush, plus Nike addict, add it to the book Might even get the Nike swoosh tatted to my foot Everybody you had beef before is reneging now Thought they had us figured out till we went a different route I'm back, reloadin', we goin' hard, C.O. we smokin' jars Pullin' decks and takin' joker cards You're close but no cigar No jar made of matter blowin' Smoke rings 'round Earth, made a Saturn I'mma Get some dead presidents out of the game If I gotta dig 'em out of they graves Pass the shovel, I'm past your level How hot? Ask the devil Y'all got trash to pedal Can't knock my hustle Blast the treble All I need is me, myself and uh...