Boo lyrics

Yeah, Esau up in here

With some old off the top of the dome shit

That I wrote down



Now I can make a song

About all you wack rappers

But that shit`s already been done

Or a song about all you thug rappers

And all you REALLY done

But I`ma do this one about me

Cause if I don`t ring my own bell, son

Then you know that shit ain`t even gonna get rung

I`m the nicest on the mic ever, yeah right

Man I ain`t even the dopest kid

You heard on the mic tonight

But I still up in your cypher

And embarrass myself

And I still have enough audacity to tell you

I was the best MC on your set

Man you ain`t hear me

I did a collab with myself once

But I kicked myself off the track

Cause I was talking too much junk (too much)

Then I wanted to a joint with Pras

But when we got up in the studio

He got mad at me cause I told him

His shit was way hotter than Nas

Man he thought I was being funny

Man cause I was

I was only fuckin with him

Cause I wanted to fuck with his Cuz

But now I can`t think

And my brain`s a buzz

I need to go listen to some old school hip-hop

And bite some shit like Mos Def does

Man, I`m wacker than Rawkus` website

I`m bright like the night

I`m about as fly as a fuckin emu in flight

Man I`m not the storm, I`m the calm

And I`m not the bomb

And if you want to listen

To these wack ass lyrics

Go get them shits from Flash

You want at ohhla.com

Man, there ain`t too many kids

Out there that are wacker than me

Except for Mase and Puffy

And that whole damn Harlem World Family

And that kid Cam`Ron

You know that punk better keep his distance

Cause his rhyming skills are about as tight

As Lance "UN" did his business

The farewell tour and debut album

I sold three units so far

But you know I`m still countin (one)

And at this pace it`ll take me

69 years and four months to go platinum

So I guess I`m never gonna be needing

That new business accountant

But you know I got some cash man

I just can`t spend it

My house payments over due

So I had to let my cousin move in it (come on, move in)

And my whip`s kind of fly

Just got a huge dent in it (trashed)

That big 54-inch T.V. in the front room

Man, my mom rented it (thanks)

Man, I ain`t got too many real fans

That`s why you won`t catch my live act

I ain`t been on stage in a

Long long long time jack

And the last time someone met me backstage

When the lights went black

They said, "Forget about your autograph,

I want my motherfuckin ten dollars back"



Chorus of Boos and heckling
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