My World Premiere (Madlib Remix)

Fly sporadic, let's get dramatic

Cause I'm new with no static

I'm new with no static

Cause here's a smirk from pro that shocks

I put two hands together like 12 o'clock

So applause, cause y'all come to see Charizma throw

I got features and I'm funky like a project ho

I'm slammin girls from Mary to Carey

But I'm not actin hard

It's not my birthday but I'm pullin cards

Attention the ladies and gentlemen

It's hard for me to swim, so I don't dive in

Cause with a threshold rip you see I came to brawl

I'm takin wack MC's Puma suits and all

Seven mics, seven rhymes, seven styles

You're not fat, it's like you ran seven miles

I'm sorry my friend, I left my rhymes in a shoebox

A week later I opened, it was Timberlands

Look out or took out, cause he ain't breakin a sweat

I'm just rockin the boat and y'all the sailors on my deck

And if my pockets were filled with gold and silver

I'd be shy to give it up to some damn golddigger

In a b-boy stance I'm in the smog all alone... (*echo*)

When I didn't have a mic I rapped on headphones

I'm scopin, you're hopin I'm smokin, you're chokin

My girls are like 7-11, always open

So rack the rhymes up and cue the tape

If rappin was pool I'd hit the eight ball in off the break

And I collect dough from what I'm kickin, yo

I'm not in a fraternity, so don't step to me at a show

So I guess I be born with classic flair

Charizma & Peanut Butter Wolf the hells up outta here

Peace