*put's on MF DOOM- Burdock Root*

Teezy… the best that’s ever done it
Coldest to ever rock it since the comet
Smoother than Shakespeare spittin’ sonnets
Beat a dude in two bars and be like one hundred
These other rappers must be speaking in gibberish
Cause I don’t understand bullshit, I ain’t hearin it
I took the games life, it’s zombie-like, they fearing
I’m nasty like pissing in graves and puttin beer in it
I’m pass the bass man, I’m upper tier in it
I’m Superman staring at the sun and searing it
Sluts gather round sip something sweeter than serenades
Bust one in your ear lobe don’t forget your hearing aides
When I spit down at a tree man I’m makin’ the shade
Put ya blunts against ya Mp3 players and blaze
I’m making the waves, nerdy like neptunes
I push against grain so much I’ve left dunes
Speakin of sand man I’m hotter than the Sahara
Me and rap together like chubby jokes and Tocarra
Not downin Tocarra one day I may wanna date her
Then find Fefe Dobson and tell her girl see ya later
Then meet Jordin Sparks and be like damn/ I’m sorry Fefe
Baby but I wish I had more time up on my hands
Then we’d travel across the land with a camel caravan become
Friends with Fefe again and make us a band
Start a label up with a rapper, singer, and rocker
Make ‘em hit some high note, shit, throw in some opera
See my stacks at 3 million dollars and scream in horror
Make up for my past get a clothing line by Toccara
Birmingham is on the map cause I live there
Need to name it Teezyville to make the shit fair
And let’s just say they need to relocate the capital
If ya named it after any other poor sap it’ll
Rip the very fabrics of the world to shreds uni-
Verse so outta balance like Nikes and Keds
If you put their popularity on a scale and weighed it
Keds looking like a couple two year olds had made it
Bout as bad as bullying a boy with bulldogs barking at the
Bastard... ya'll know them dogs is hungry want a chicken
of the sea deep within their tummy... and by the way
... I'm defly afraid of dogs...
Moving on... like my career at current status
Ain't no other dude that sleep on a burnin' matress
My flow is on some binge shit/ So much Green in my
Bay that I sued the Packers for copyright infringment
For the slow ones in the audience my flow money
A technicolor dreamcoat but I don't flow funny
Man ya'll need to catch up like Dwight Clark
This world is kinda backwards man Mike's dark
These other niggas got ya'll seeing the light/ then I
hand ya'll Aviators ya'll ain't seeing it right/ In many
aspects of your life, ya'll finding it tough/ tryna
find the lamp but walk over the diamond in the rough
Grinding ain't enough... you gotta dig deeper
To finally strike the oil, going off like big beepers
In the old school when they was pushing my relatives
Soft like wussin out and taking a sedative just ta
Get ya finger pricked, my flow get supa ugly off some
Jerry Springer shit, let’s see if the ring’ll fit I
Do… Husband and wife… me and music…
She don’t mind if I go to sleep when I use it
Haha