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Observe the high roller
Mic controller
Number one hip-hop son
call me solar
Why? cause I shine
Praise the Big Willie I`m
Raised in Philly I
daze and thrillin` ya
Don`t be silly, ya can`t see me
Again I`m killin ya on MTV
Just get with it my friend(Damn another award)
Dat kid done did it again(Oh my Lord)
Da fantastic
Boombastic
Gettin` ten times hotter than any you other cats get
Practice
You lack this
I`m the real McCoy
First with Jeff I was startin
Then with Martin I`m a Badboy
See more green than David Bent
More juice than Tropicana
You hawkin me like Atlanta
MC`s just flee, they rightfully concerned
Big Will wants the mic back, it`s my turn ta burn
Verse 2:
I`m back attackin the mic
Hype like a Viking
Strikin like a python
Blaze like Jon
A hip-hop icon, MC radical
Back on track from my rap/act sabatacle
Nine-point-six on the richter
Kicked her, hands so slickta
Chicks quickta flip tha
Bright glance and the tight pants
for the slight chance, `Big Willie can we get one dance?`
Why yes you may an`, I`m just sayin
That dress you playin, is A-Okay an
This is your chance for, at least it could be
for you an you girlfriend on the dancefloor, menege-boogie
On the scene I fronts an dashin, fashion
Lost my cream once, now I`m stashin cashin
Countries and currencies, like a true Don
It`s a new time and this time watch me shine
The way y`all blaze through the days and nights
How I deal with the craze my momma raised me right
Whether I`m on stage or in the studio booth
100 proof, raisin the roof, raisin the roof!
Chorus:
Y`all know, Can`t nobody rock a crowd like me
He know, Can`t nobody make it bounce like me
She know, Can`t nobody get it hot like me
Y`all know, Y`all need ta stop cause ya can`t see me
Verse 3:
Seven continents I bruise all cruise
Adidas, kilts, or bamboos and no shoes
Eskimos to Abariginies
I`ll test the flow of the world`s MC`s
I`ll hit you out the ball park
You just all talk
Don`t be lookin at my script, you can`t play my part
See I`m a rapper thats an actor
You act rap with no heart
The way that I compose those flows like Mozart
Gets somthin like a symphony, when I`m orchestratin` em
Ever since the days of me an Jeff at the Paladium
All my life I`ve been the cream of the crop
Shoppin a dream, now I got a crop full of cream
I raise mics for the flow of it, you know the show of it
Not the Benz 600 four door of it(keep it real yo)
I`m a rhyme regardless of earnin
Long as my heart keeps yearnin
I gots ta keep burnin