Street Hop 2010

[Verse 1]

I smoke good like a Rastaman

All around me, I'm on point like a octogon

I'm the optimum, I'mma be eating

Until my belly stick out as far as the Octo-mom's

I'm an abomination

I'm an anomaly in conversation, I'm honoring confrontation

With a dime doing dominatrix on her

Disrespect me – I'll wet you like condensation, water

I'm a mixture between Chris Brown

And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?

I'm more than y'all can handle

At the Grammy's I'll send an Indian girl to the podium

To say "No, thank you"

Like Marlon Brando for Oscars, "the Godfather"

Our father, you should praise me

I got some syphilis nunchucks wearing a AIDS gi

That mean I'm sick when I kick shit

Come to my concert get some sars on the tip of your ticket

I'm super cold

I don't spit, I shit, on your whole team

These niggas think I'm from Cleveland

It's something the way I be, dropping the Browns off at the Superbowl

Game time, nigga let's hit the sto'

And if I gave a fuck, this is where the hook would go

[Verse 2]

This is Street Hop, no rules

The rest of y'all niggas watered down like O'douls

I'm willing to do what you won't do, I'm old school

I'm a mac, I punch rappers cause I'm Pro-Tools

I hit your Pause button, I cease frontin

You don't start nothing, it still might be something

You don't want nothing? You might have something

If I go over your head, it's cause your ass ducking

Fuck the underground, I rhyme

For them fly mothafuckas that's up, that ain't tryna dumb it down

Fuck radio, fuck video

I live by the Bust' Scenario, what the dealio?

You could stop listening, right now

I'm pussy eating with bitches, I put the dyke down

Cause I'm a diamond, I'm llama rhyming, you Ramadan-in'

Simon says that in my prime I'm here

Everywhere I go it's a crime there

While you on-looking at me in the lawn chair

Cocaine, propane

I'm a living degenerate of the dope game

Relate to it, though you thought you probably couldn't

Put a face to the opposite of how the fake do it

I'm hip hop's savior, the old faithful

Sick shit, stop you off that liquid like brake fluid, this is Street Hop