Wild

[Verse 1: Shad] Yo, I ain't no hard hustlin muscle man thug on the curb The only time I use a bullet is on Microsoft Word Slick talk you could say I got grease on my speech From years of rhymin' with a fried chicken piece in my teeth But now I'm more self sufficient, the food in my shelves and kitchen Give my cells nutrition the help with my health conditions While I never been too stable cerebrally radio frequency rappers still ain't able to equal me Plus I link with them, cause the phatter the beats The words I'm battlin' peeps while I'm scattering speech Like jabs to your cheeks shattering teeth Drop the dagger in deep rattlin jeeps With bass levels that no ladder can reach Shad be that freak with them 5 mic classics Still rappin' on the street and sellin' tapes out his jacket No lights in action in the places I bust a flow The only rap videos I make are instructional Trust the full power my verse packs And closed the kitchen I worked at when they heard how I serve cats [Verse 2: Shad] (So are you wild) Like girls gone with them Mardi Gras pearls on (But Canada can't bring it) I'm here to prove the world wrong The real deal, I'm just tryin' to keep my wheels steel I work fightin' in a box office like Kill Bill I'm chill live freestylin' to jams The crowds flip cause my rhyme style's Wilder than Van's And my DJ's nice on the tables like coasters Were tryin' to see all the honey's wavin' our posters Cause yo, they don't dig it, I ain't tryin' to be hyped out With a mic I'm cold lighting the Brian McKnight, rappin's done Forget the verbal wrecks, I'm singin' back at 1:00 in purple Mexx turtle necks and khakis, son No shame, burn slow brains like propane It's just Shad no add-ons or code names Like cocaine when I do lines, the new rhymes is dope I do the thing wild like my name is Tone-Loc More wild than the west was when Kool Moe Dee An OG bringin' the sickest drama since The O.C [Verse 3: Shad] In a crazy world meanin' I'm sane In a break from all this nonsense they're feedin' your brain While Nas and Janet halftimes when this cat signs I'll own the masters like Tiger and get green like a back nine And I don't make the cash mine and that's fine I'd rather live with these ups and downs than flat-line Still, my jams rock the body like kidney stones When I pass through, I got more soul than Shaq's shoe I be receivin' more paper than a fax do For inspiration I draw on people like a tattoo artist Regardless of the hardships we face The world ain't so cold when your heart is embraced So grace is the home where I rest in pieces of dead skin on my couch Speaking with brethren and spittin' punch line with that stupid smile That go your crew sayin' "Ha!" like Juvenile If I'm on your radio then don't you move the dial Just snap your neck to the music like you knew it's wild