Momma Miss America

[Laws] Yeah, live and direct, break it down, roll it up like here, try this No time to side-step, drums like whip cracks, staying present Me and Paul like a lit match made in Heaven, flow so poetic This is for the ages, kids who reckless, get ‘em on stages I’m taking mental inventory of these haters What happens in my brain stays in it like Vegas, I ain’t playing kid This is no hobby, y’all ain’t trying to hurt nobody like playing kid The word got around bout this amazing kid, when his flow spark It get darker than an Asian wig, aye man, aye I like that guitar man Lemme get a little bit of reverb, yeah-yeah, that’s what I’m saying fam They want me to simultaneously be the savior and make ‘em dance In the meantime, gotta make a band I'mma have to be more secure than Jenna Jameson’s man Pack a beast too big for the cages, rhymes like birthdays ‘cause they for the ages Ain’t this hip-hop’s time of hysteria? I’ll carry the torch like momma miss America Industry an undertaker, it just wanna bury you Got a lot of toys but it don't wanna share with you, God bless America Sending poor to fight but when they get home, they don’t wanna take care of ya Aw man, why it go and get political? They just wanna dance Give ‘em something for the stripper hoes, guess that’s the game on the path to fame Break the ozone and make it acid rain, put myself in the position Where I can save the children but I don’t know if anybody gonna listen The kids is all 106ing, on the block pitching, on the phone bitching Filling up radio request lines, with wait, are you kidding? You wanna hear a song called Fry That Chicken? Man, man I been saying that this mess has to stop so I'mma show a little class over classic rock