This Ain't No Lil' Kid Rap

[Ev'rybody grown in here right?! Rated m for mature bitches

I'm sayin don't get me wrong y'know, digga love the kids but ummm

This ain't no lil' kid rap right here, now I don't know

I might have to make y'all rock a certain color wristband to bump this

Yo you might even learn a new word before it's all over

Try to keep up youngins!

Yo! Iee! I don't study what the next folk have

Take two totes and pass invoke my own craft

Grown up swag whole other vocab

Y'all one hit wonders blowin smoke up they ass

See even after ya peak you'll never measure me

Rah legendary status rakim, eric b.

Diggin in some lil' kid ass like pleasure p.

Hip hop police might start come arrestin me (see)

This that 401 cake up not jacob

Boy tie your shoelace up, get a shape up!

You in the presence of, hip hop royalty

Rah anastasia, memoirs of a geisha

Specialty turnin blood money into pay stubs

Type of pen game most rappers be afraid of

Some even call me the boom bap savior

New pledges beware I might have to haze ya

Huh! This ain't no lil' kid rap here

Uh uh! This ain't no lil' kid rap here

Shieeet! This that gettin off from work

And you wanna bop your head not tryin to do the jerk (how it work)

They say I'm what the game been missin

Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (they ain't listenin)

Could spend a whole lifetime fishin

Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission

This like a case of, final destination

Reincurring nightmare, michael freddy jason

Code of a da vinci, bitches like pinch me

Drag 'em all to hell, twenty-twelve go against me

I ain't even beat, just doin my numbers

In and out the limelight kinda somethin like jumper

Bite front your line or two, a haiku

Or the next rhyme I write might be about you!

Huh! This ain't no lil' kid rap here

Uh uh! This ain't no lil' kid rap here

(What it is!) this ain't no abra cadabra, a chitter chatter

Foot soldier risin quiet, not even a pitter patter

(Be my guest) nigga, gather your dad your peers or nails

I be in mails chattin with actors, even a steven spel'

I'm a rapper's rapper, make no hap hazard

In a cypher, I'm tariq, mos def, and mr. Mathers (and mr. mathers)

Huh! I ain't no lil' kid rapper

Uh uh! This ain't no lil' kid rap here

Dang!!! This that pinky and the brain

I'm the shhh gucci mane in the bricks I got stained

They say I'm what the game been missin

Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (they ain't listenin)

Could spend a whole lifetime fishin

Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission

They say I'm what the game been missin (I mean, they keep callin me!)

They say I'm what the game been missin (I been chillin)

They say I'm what the game been missin

Rappers sayin they are the best, but they ain't spittin (bloggin me)

They say I'm what the game been missin (textin me)

They say I'm what the game been missin

They say I'm what the game been missin

Real lyricist eveytime my name is mentioned

Are you not entertained!