Nothing on me
Nothing on me.
Verse 1
Veteran’s back in it/ better than passionate/ the health ambassador, my cd’s selling
Off medicine cabinets/ to sooth aches/ and control flows the rap slues gate/ tracks
In Cubase/ to move you like a packed suitcase/ cats is 2face like when I starring
In the mirror kid/ my style’s debonair, that’s why I’m preparing to deliver it/
We’re livin in a time where/ it’s difficult to find heads/ delivering heads that/ is
Similar to mine/ have me grabbing mics, standing at the traffic light instead of stage/
With a “please help me” sign cause all I want is a little change/ I rock for the little
Babes/ I rock for the middle aged/ I rock for the old and grey, listening with a
Hearing aid/ so clear the stage when it’s me on here/ the should be a sign “only
Real emcees” on here/ cause wack emcees are faker than a weave on here/ get it
Weave? They don’t really belong here/
Verse 2
My 1st record was phat kid/ my 2nd was magic/ the 1st rapper to release
Consecutive classics/ who’s not in it for the cheddar like rats is/ common sensitive
Rapper, adding common sense to this rap biz/ using pad and pens/ to share views
And to rap sense/ dropping clues on a track/ for those few that can grasp them/
Paid dues to the last cent/ I’m so ahead of my time I literally see the future in past
Tense/ so not even a camera can picture this man/ a man that can spit till a hater
Switch to a fan/ approach the booth like a witness stand/ cause I swear to tell
The truth, the whole truth in my scriptures damn! / So why listen it liars/ this kid is
On fire like Richard Pryor/ I’m on a roll like Michelin Tires/ spitting physics and
Science/ in ma lyrics and rhymes/ I’m rockin it like David and Goliath of biblical
Times/
Verse 3
I’m a.k.a the Kevin Costner of this emcee world/ the difference with me and him is
That I came back with a sequel/ to set a standard that not many can equal/ me and
John are both legends we no ordinary people/ Hip Hop’s my 9 to 5/ I write
Rhymes to survive/ some of ya’ll are under qualified and deserve to get fired/ I’ll
Never retire/ from this business of spitting headlines/ not for a while, I’m stayin like
Spilling read wine/ this has got to be a lesson/ that I’m not to be tested/ with funny
Punch lines like this was a comedy session/ it’s in my jeans to keep you guessing/
Probably the best thing to rise in value quicker that property investments/ I’ve
Spent a while/ and came back with a perfected style/ hip hop reserve tank son I
Go the extra mile/ clearly one of the best to rhyme/ hell so many punch lines,
They’re queuing in my mind tryina be the next in line/
Hook:
When it comes to the punch lines the similies
You ain’t got nothing on me
When it comes to the metaphors on killer beats
You ain’t got nothing on me
When it comes to the flows and the delivery
You ain’t got nothing on me
When it comes to the written or to the spitting Free’s
You ain’t got nothing on me
