Nappy Hair

[Intro] Ship sputtered out Crash landed On the surface of the sun Right [Verse 1] Pick the brain of the nappy-headed Martian Found me on the side of the road kicking my starship I’ve been feeding on beats turn them into a carcass Trying to find the keg, I took a stop at Dartmouth And I still can’t use a contraceptive Imma save the race for you to get the message That the birth of mine would be a sound investment with a brain of Someone that’s so eccentric Another part of the Tantrum collective I will nurture it until its beat selection Could beat your bestest, burn your best whip, just to you niggas how cold the next is Unloading all the verbal artillery Mowing down the competition bruh and those who ain’t feeling me Smashing dummies meeting Banks shoutout to Hilary Oh the humanity hoes loving the villainy Now the Hindenburg is burning call a person tell them that I make you nervous Ms. Phromer said you’re dying or you’re working Slapped me on the hand when I wouldn’t write in cursive In the 2nd grade, told her off rebelled and then wrote print for days Nasty, raspy, brush your teeth and pass me Ive been up with Ashley I've been plotting on her ass cheeks Got the skin to make her grandfather and her dad geek So I'm reclaiming all the slurs that they called me I'm a silverback I'm a slick shooter your house party had no cooters So I hopped out and hopped in my Ex-girlfriend cause I'm destined to be the best then not a best man Or a husband I am too young My momma told me if you got a beef then bring both guns Cause I will duel curb stomp yo ass in that lunch line That is Baltimore you wear vineyard vines and your best friends try to pantomime Your whole lack of style I don’t fuck with that Blue bloods you know I come with packs Because of rap they used to call me fag and now because of rap Imma be making racks [Hook] How funny is that? How motherfucking funny is that? x2 [Outro: zorenLo] You bitches know its Tantrum in this motherfucker You boring ass black and grey fruit of the loom t-shirt wearing ass bitches Listening to Macklemore on your iPod Nano ass bitches Man y'all basic, you can’t fuck with us The revolution is here Freddy fucking Mummix not Mummix fuck what you heard We out here Lord zorenlo up in this motherfucker. Y'all hoes better bow down. You watching the tag team of the century Watch us bless you with the bless Catch us walking down Sheridan road with some Cosby sweaters and leather jogging pants Get on our level! It's freddy and Lozo the motherfucking clown Y’all need to stop hating, sit down and listen Y'all need to shut up and let us do what we do Bitch just stop talking!