Da Baddest Poet lyrics

Cops ain`t shit to me

Jobs ain`t nothing but free pens and long distance calls

Thought I had it all, the God got birth control

I`ve never paid parking ticket:

It`s 20 dollars now or 300 then;

You want your money, come and get it

But better bring 200 guns and a 100 men

I`ve killed a million pens and thrown some stones, but never lost a bet

Looking at the fossil on my wrist like

"Is my five minutes up yet?"

Got more time te relax now;

So I can say, "Fuck the industry."

Went for Rupert Murdoch`s throat and left with Rawkus trying to sign me

You can`t buy me

I`m holding my chips `till I land on last base

I didn`t burn any bridges;

I never needed none of `em in the first place

`Cuz money made is money gone is money never had

Money here only pretends to care for the people we leave around

Always pack light `cuz the guns are packing suckers

All mad `cuz someone else paid` em

Shaking in their waste-your-life-away stance

`Cuz it`s cool to be tragically hip:

Fools rule the Universe - it`s O.K.

You say you want blood but drink piss all day

I say hang the queen from every streetlight on every Washington Street

Tell `em it`s difficult to have sex on waterbeds

`Cuz most of us can`t afford waterbeds

And if we could, we`d move out the hipster settlement of Oakland

(The fine line between low icome and no income)

I can`t read no lips `cuz I am stone

Always wanted to be a rapper

But when I finally made it there, no one wanted me

Since no one wants me here

In the immortal words of Ice-T:

"You should have killed me last year."

Bit in the mere mortal words of me

I`ve torn up some rebuttals and lost some friends

But like the old saying goes

"If you can`t nuke `em... starve `em or drop food on `em."

I`m half a novel, half a brothel, half a one-man army

MC`s don`t want beef, they wnna shake my hand

Then make a diss song about me

Idiots live to outdo their shortcoming

While my inner Napoleon is frying the biggest fish

I hold the gridge like a mic and a girl like a cross

People say I`m vague

But we know who`s in vogue and when the revolution comes

All you`ll know how to do is beg

The white man... is the fucking Devil

The white man is the baddest poet
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