Colors By Numbers

Unh! I'm Conan You know what? I'm a take this time to say umm I hate when rappers shout out rappers that they don't fucking know [Verse 1] I'm on my B-0 double S shit, bars on that Zest shit Irish Spring clean when I opposite of left it Rappers spitting fat, somebody better ref this Khaled said I'm on one, I'm bout to we the best this F-this, these niggas see me on a segway Human Torch in the booth man, I don't even say "flame" O-N cause I'm O-N, couldn't catch the bars, they was thrown in And I gotta a green light, so I go in, with the game in the bag like 4-10s Fuck! Niggas hating I, I don't see'em Bars like apple agreements mean y'all don't read'em They told me go ham, I'm looking for receivers Flow is throw-ed in my zone, I'm turning fans into believers You can see'em, they know that boy Batters is a beast Remember end of November when you hear me on the beat I be terrorizing cities finding biddies I can eat Now the neighbors know my name and a couple down the street (Uh) Ha! I wish I could exaggerate Shorty was fine like a ticket I had to validate Putting on my city next to Vizzy gettin' busy With my Philly nigga, Chiddy, now we really gettin' illy Poppin' wheelies, homie we in the league This is how winners do it, top down but minus the beat Every line I spit equivalent to doing speed Coke, weed, and ecstasy with only seconds in between I'm mean This is what would happen is Malcolm was into rapping Huey was into fashion, Martin was getting tatted Poseidon even sees this monster just gets to crackin' As I'm spitting this written I'm hearing clickin' and clackin Yell "action!" What happen? Homie this is a murder scene The beat just might not make it, right now they prepping for surgery Batters is suspect, witness say "he in a Mercury" First he rock the beat to sleep now it's in the infirmary WOO!! That boy got lyrics Bars all day, that boy got spirit What's the point if y'all don't hear it Catch the fuck up, y'all don't hear this I'm spitting this writtens putting niggas up in a zone If you feel what I'm giving, then it's quivering in ya bones Niggas be feeling like they be really getting the throne Like playing pitch with a mitch, get it? They gettin' overthrown S-S-Somebody get this lines some Ritalin How you competing speaking lyrics pointless like middlemen Nobody doing this again Bars come in numbers, punchlines show in colors Don't get it bitch fill'em in [Outro] Color by numbers. Bitch! Bars come in numbers, punchlines show in colors Don't get it bitch fill'em in