This Or That

[Intro] (Sample): Ha ha ha ha ha!!! (Am I a good man?) Yo! (Am I a foold?) Am I a fool y'all [Verse One]: Yo! Nigga this nigga that A nigga rap circles 'round the map rap circles 'round these rap cats You are now in tuned to the facts, the innovations in a state of lax My click clack tongie attack tracks Like Rihanna spreads gonorrhea, Chris Brown beats the blacks on her peeper Give me freedom of speech to speak ether That'll send these MC's to meet Aaliyah Free my flow fever my soul seeker Little more they T-Pain and Wayne in my speaker My brain's in bleechers, thinkin with the fans Reks defeats his stretch like Lil' Kim's features Or Superhead's cheek, for the rappers that are weak All these rappers over beats scary as jeepers creepers Jesus piece took cause you look hard But shook his knees like Yung Berg or Bow Wow divas Nigga this nigga that A nigga rap circles 'round the map rap circles 'round these rap cats You are now in tuned to the truth, when Reks in the booth Freedom is met and necessary hourly for you Bewary when R. Kelly in the buildin He peein on the chil'ren, peein on the chil'ren Nigga this nigga that A nigga rap circles 'round the map rap circles 'round these rap cats You are now in tuned to the facts, Reks the black Aristotle With bottles of beer in the backpack I follow the cheers of the stairs to the stage Had it up to here with the ways Where Cool Kids turn to men in days These fuckin hipsters spits are fakes, and tight pants for girls or gays Mama I chew when your son spit rage Y'all still slaves tryin to be Free like 106 chicks suckin Jay Make you gargle grenades, covered in semen from Aids Cover razor blades in your lemonade Y'all are Flavor Flav, hypin but your, writin fugaze My mic shall ignite a blaze Simon say, shoot yourself in the face Fuckin disgrace!!! Uh huh uh huh!!! Nigga this nigga that, check, yo! [Verse Two]: Nigga this nigga that A nigga rap circles 'round the map rap circles 'round these rap cats Someone tell these dudes to rap Over Statik Seleck beats I'm too deep to be dumb to fact I come from the tracks where they slumber and slackin Reks suggest you shut your motherfuckin trap Cause you don't rap you advertisin Clothin lines and since when is that dope rhymin You screamin no homo, but that's so homo Such a no no please swallow the fo' fo' Someone tell Kanye West to keep his clothes on And if Wayne E.T. ish than tell him phone home Nigga this nigga that A nigga rap circles 'round the map rap circles 'round these rap cats With they slave mind state fact Their crime rates increasin police policin Diddy's and 50's Inner city gang where you chase American dreams It's where you get chased by badge and the high beams My dreams to awake and find fiends Dressed in three piece suits, addicts livin they life clean But I mean, this ain't 'gon happen be happy it seems We free dumb, um, I mean Not to disrespect teens who chase black cream But black cream bloody from the backs of black teens Like Emmitt 'til we get it we sing, we sing, we sing..... (Sample/Outro): Am I a good man? Am I a fool? Am I a good man? Am I a fool?