X-Tra Drop

(Verse 1 - MeLo-X) Big up to Wiley and MJ Cole Hope them brethren Feel my flow Haters don’t know Me I true Jamaican bred That’s why my skin color of coco We fucking with Popos who pull over motos but Ain’t doing shit with your life, and I know Ain’t doing shit with your wife, so I bone Ain’t doing shit with that knife so why pose If you're a hater see your wack ass later Stink ass breath, need a few life savers I got the force you're trying to be like me I'm your father where's the light saber Luke Skywalker and I hear a few guys talking shit But I don’t see them often They hide behind blogs and websites Catch rabies when this canine bite Catch ladies on a real late night With an outfit that fit way too tight Let the crowd get hype, spit way too tight So I know I’m gonna be alright, right When night ravers higher than skyscrapers Fuck them guys who deny me of my paper Laugh, then cry later, live to die famous That’s not the reason I'm trying to get my weight up I know a few niggas changed their voices, even had to change their lingo But I’m gonna do me there is no other choices Until I win a game like Bingo Pop like Pringles, rock like Ringo Starr With The Beetles, this'll be the sequel When I spit quick there is no equal When I flow slow It's like water for the people, whoo Let me quench your thirst, then let the god give birth To ill rhymes, and in due time I am gonna be the most prolific on earth Like the sea breeze I’m gonna make you feel me But it's never easy Cause you never see me coming Never repeat, so I gotta OD On every single new beat Now your MP3's bumping Unh, let me catch my breath Then let the god catch Better show respect All dancers on deck Put up on de speaka Muffin, stuffing Sort of like a chicken in the oven, I'm gonna heat it up from the inside They should have never let me in the game Cause like rough sex I'mma beat it up when I'm inside You can’t stop me Even if you try to cut me Or capture me like paparazzi Can’t have a copy can’t be too sloppy I’m gonna be on point watch me At this here year, I’m gonna have a nice career Doing shows in Japan and even Korea Leave my footprints there, next to the nukes Mr President here goes your proof, woo Boom I am the bomb Ring the alarm Wit de Queen 'pon me arm It's the God, God