Hey let me spit something
Just give me that flute beat
Yeah give me that one
Uh yeah
All I need's a flute beat
And two sheets of loose leaf to move me
A two piece on Toony Tuesday
And I'm groovy
Never needed much but papers
And a few trees
To get the song flowin like the blue sea
Yeah I smoke doobies with groupies
Whose breath smelled like blue cheese or sushi
Jeez give me a few feet please
I could have these floozies naked
Like a nude beach
And I don't need to slip 'em
Any roofies (sh*t is too easy)
Huh I ain't into cougars Judge Judy
I'm truly unique too young to Love Lucy
Raised on the Goonies and Bruce Lee movies
My defense is excellent no
One's gettin to me
I'm callin the shots QB like Doug Flutie
I'm reckless unruly respect
This you newbie
From the East coast reppin Scotians
And Newfies
I keep it fresh like the ocean
And cool breeze
Maybe it's just me
I keep movin this pen like
It'll set me free
Best believe I'm a flow on endlessly
Let it be
I feel the love every breath I breathe
Yes indeed
Give it to 'em show you it's hot
Watch ya blow up block up your box
Wait-Wait-Wait to hear a slammin track
By popular demand I'm back
Uh now every shirt
That's in my closet got vomit
Chocolate and baby food on it
And none of it comes out when I wash it
So now you think I give a damn
What I'm rockin
I don't wear this Cincinnati hat
'Cause I watch 'em
You don't need to worry what I do
What I think
When your girl gets around/a round like
She just bought us drinks
You got your own problems
Back to the basics
There's no touchin me like
I just ejaculated
Nope I don't say no homo
I don't need to reinsure myself like
I crashed up the Volvo
I only like p**sy sorry to be blunt
But I got to make it clear
When my tongue is in your - ear (ya ear)
I lock it down like Shawshank
I love writin rhymes but hate
When I draw blanks
I feel like I'm repeatin myself
I'm overworked
And about to go berserk if
I don't get this off my shoulders first
I think I ought to tell you
Better get warned
Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin
'Cause right now
On the microphone
The elements are airborne
I smell the success
Get busy on 'em
And my word is bond
"Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin
'Cause right now
On the microphone
What you need to do
Is smell the success
You know me I'm a '70's baby
Yet '80's boy
I never had no love for the swings
Or playin with toys
I was on the mic doin my thing
Just makin some noise
I don't need to read no magazine
I'm straight from The Source
You know I always had a dream
One day I'd step on
Stage and the ladies all scream
Like David Lee Roth
Teenager in the '90's
Things are changin all around me
You can hate me if you want
But I escaped you got to find me
Hit the Minneapol'
I had my whole city baffled
Soon as they see you advancin
Then they all want to attack you
Rhymesayers massive
We built us a little castle
Eyedea won every battle
We should've built him a statue
Every single week we slayed
Anywhere we seen a stage
Even with the weak DJ we rapped
Over every beat they played
Chewin 'em up spittin 'em out
You never seen nobody this devout
We just want to spit and shout
They literally would kick us out
The spot two o'clock
When they closed off
We took it to the block
Ears throbbin our throats soar
Hit the bus stop because
We still got to flow more
Frozen cold blocks
Swear to God we were so raw oh Lord
Maybe it's just me
I keep movin this pen like
It'll set me free
Best believe I'm a flow on endlessly
Let it be
I feel the love every breath I breathe
Yes indeed
Give it to 'em show you it's hot
Watch ya blow up block up your box
Feelin satisfaction from the crowd reaction
Maybe It's Just Me - Classified
