Dead Or Alive

[Intro] Let's rap. Allah Wafeek. C'mon "I ain't a mad rapper" - Common True "My style is runnin' to the toilet, you ain't seen shit yet" - Rhymefest [Announcer] Wafeek was filmed in front of a live studio audience Tell your story [Verse One] Born in Missouri Raised in Missouri And now I'm crazy/insane thanks to Missouri I hate you Missouri I blame Natural Bridge The street I grew up as a nappy headed bastard where I Mastered the minds and thoughts in my head To be the best rapper alive if hip hop's dead So I'mma, capitalize on all of it I oughta been signed the same day that Shawn Carter resigned I thought of this rhyme 'Bout all of the cryin' baby mamma's Drug launderin' for bosses inside the jail cost 'em they life For bail spark 'em the nine Slugs slaughtering crime Lords caught in the line The fire burn in the slums alive murderin' thugs Supplyin' work to your youngest child tryin' to survive the grind And I was dyin' to make my single the best Catch it like the virus, the jingle of death It goes like this... [Hook] Man, you know the rappers be lyin' To be the best rappers alive And hip hop is dead You gotta have swagger for life To be the best rapper alive And hip hop is dead Yeah, you know you have to be paid To be the best rapper alive And hip hop is dead You gotta have swagger for days To be the best rapper alive And hip hop is dead [Verse Two] As I continue my story I'm all Unemployed but I'm ballin' Cause I'm whorin' your mom to every boy in the mall She's like a blow up doll with no patience She sits still, takes dick and don't say shhhhh No, enjoy the sensation She fucks for the fix, literally She's no maintenance Bitch hittin' rock bottom in my basement And base heads give great head cause they teeth missin' Bullet blowin' out her brains but she keep lickin' 'Feek spittin' concrete pimpin' till the street listen To a deep nigga with a vision of the future Like a murder victim witnessing the shooter's execution Yeah That's death by electrocution Shock value is priceless, it leave you lifeless It's somethin' like Isis in the eyes of Osirus Why do I condone violence against women? [Hook] [Verse Three] It's 'Feekee maine, forever rhymin' my name To make sure you don't forget it I'll remind you again It go, Wafeek is conscious, Allah Wafeek's a lyricist Feekee kinda lost it, he off the deep end of it A hater by nature, let me cremate ya Take your ashes to the head off some Keith Richards shit Got conviction like the Michael Vick issues Gon' get out of pocket, cops will find you with the pit bulls Yeah, I got the suicidal swagger Lamborghini doors up like it don't even matter That I'm doin' 'bout a hundred on the highway My balls too large, dude walk through traffic like I'm car proof Y'all do know a nigga when you see one right? Well I was really tryin' to be one like The black Benwa baby that explains itself See, a nigga is a black man who hangs himself Ya dig it? [Hook] [Outro: Announcer] Wafeek is brought to you in part by Rapper Rent Promotion. We rap for more than just the rent. Big shout. Also, Pink Pussy. Batteries not included. With a special thanks to...slaves. You build America