Secret

If fact I remember you

You rap too? Oh that's right

Yeah you used to come to my shows

Whenever I was in your city

I guess I should apologize for giving you the credit

Of being more intelligent than you looked

I guess it's a good thing that God loves ugly

Yo, remember when you asked me for some advice?

Come one, it's easy, all you gotta do

Is nod to the beat, talk about what's wrong with you

I did it, a couple others did too

And you can follow in these footprints if shoes fit you

From all regions now, they're trying to steal the style

Look they bit me, and I'm tryin to hide my smile

Cause I tell you, ain't much as flattering

As a grasshopper tryin to smash a teacher with a battle ram

I ain't made, always been a fan of flashbacks

Go ahead, wear your heart on your backpack

But don't forget my name when you start to talk shit

Up in the atmosphere with God in the cockpit

Self-deprecate my way to a better fate

Meditate through the hate, let 'em speculate

Elevate the heat, burn 'em up like hot cakes

Cops came late, tried to fix it all with scotch tape

Pain, the brand new escape, from the brain

And strange days that came with the mistakes

Mis-tastes a little bit to dangerous

I see where they hittin makes me wonder what they aimin with

That's gotta hurt man, put it in the chorus

See if I can get your girlfriend to sing it for us

She like it, it helps her understand you

And you like it, it helps you understand too

And I should walk away, it's getting hard to keep control

When I'm checking all these stalkers, and my records aren't even gold

Breathe in slow, conserve the temper

Show these mother fuckers what this microphone is meant for

Try not to curse, it hurts the verse

It proves that you have a strong lack of better words

But sometimes nothing can replace a cut

Just turn up the bass and come face the front

They ain't trying to listen if you've got a lot to say

And some nothing, still catch a lot of pay

Man, I wanna play, but I'm not gonna walk my way

Back to Coney Island just to catch a couple props today

I nominate myself as the governor

Faced in front of the judge, like I wasn't fuckin her

Yes ma'am, no ma'am, get with the program

Already had you bent over the desk singin slow jams

Peace to the Molemen, Murs, Sage Francis

Anyone else done the work, can take chances

First and the last months rent takes precedent

Other than that, god bless the Fifth Element

Don't give a fuck what ya'll think of Slug

Take your fangs out if you ain't drinkin blood

And blame it on that life you don't live

But shit talking says more about you than we kid

And now we gotta a little secret (don't we) [repeated in background as well]

And every time I see you man, I'm gonna remember

You are not who you wish you were

You are not what you wish you were right?

Do me a favor man, you hate me?

Just walk past me man, don't even acknowledge me

Just pretend I don't exist man, don't even look at me man

Ba-bam ba-bam-BAM [repeated]

[Altered lyrics from song "BAM"]

We land on your plate like a housefly

Just another face from the southside

The fall guy, all eyes on the tall small fry

While I try not to make your doll cry

What you call "fly"? What you call "fresh"

Multi-bulls-eye-sex-and-checks-and-death

I guess I'm best left for dead in a breath

That was never impressed by what's possessed

Girlfriend I need your help

Cause the head on my shoulders won't fuck itself

And when you're ready come around uptown

Up Up girl let your strap down, put your strap down