Oh Yea

[Intro] [Sha Stimuli talking]: Uh huh. Turn me up some more. Yeah, yeah [Verse One]: They say they want raw shit, street shit Some want lyrical Thought provokin', almost jokin', sometimes political Sarcasm, heart spazzin' beats, mad syllables Up inside the words but...still keep it simple too Party songs, single shit Shit you can dance to Uptempo vibe but the rhymes still advanced, oooh Kinda like Jay and Nas, you know how Cam do Slow flow shit you can handle, can you do it? "Oh yeah!" They say they want me punchin' motherfuckers Get my name into some shit and if I start a bunch of rawkus On some beef with some rapper and I make somebody suffer Then they promise me I'ma do numbers People want some deep, yet shallow shit Fast but a slow groove Down south, Brooklyn style, brand new but old school Complex beat with some empty production Can you say somethin' and say nothin'? I holler back [Chorus]: All my dudes makin' moves all my ladies lovin' music Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air, scream out "Oh yeah!" You don't give a shit 'bout nothin' but stackin' chips Put your motherfuckin' fingers in the air, scream up "Oh yeah!" Oh yeah, if you love bein' alive, baby girl do you love Stimuli? Holler back "Oh yeah" Oh yeah, put your hands to the sky I'm gonna make people high, if you ready, let it out "Oh yeah" [Verse Two]: I can do that I can make you famous girl I can make a song you can strip to then change the world With the track after that Spit a tough battle rap Talk about my gun or murderin', how I clap at that Switch it up, speak about life, about my habitat Growin' up strugglin' since the days of the Cabbage Patch They want me to stop sayin' "bitch" and "nigga" If y'all can stop bein' bitch ass niggas, can you try? "Oh yeah!" They on-line with the comments "You sound like Kanye, rhyme like Common Did you get dropped, just flop? Are you stoppin'? Why you always mention Hov, you startin' problems." Y'all want somebody to give you some shit to lift you Like chalices out the scriptures, my raps are like the prescription It's medicine, for your soul Aspirin for your sickness, for Catholics or for Christians You ask and I will give it "Oh yeah!" I can bring the soulful Screwed up, west coast, trap music shit combined I got the best flow Nigga on the verge Next dude to explode Ask niggas why, I said so, I'ma do it Listen close I can make all the fans of Lil' Wayne just vanish like Lil' Zane Maybe what I'm sayin' might sound a little insane But I bet you gon' remember my name Am I right? "Oh yeah!" [Chorus]: All my dudes makin' moves all my ladies lovin' music Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air, scream out "Oh yeah!" You don't give a shit 'bout nothin' but stackin' chips Put your motherfuckin' fingers in the air, scream up "Oh yeah!" Oh yeah, if you love bein' alive, baby girl do you love Stimuli? Holler back "Oh yeah" Oh yeah, put your hands to the sky I'm gonna make people high, if you ready, let it out "Oh yeah" [Outro]: Astronote I see you man. DJ Victorious. March On Washington. We ain't stoppin' man If you-if you feel me, holler back