“Hey mister Emcee, where is your swagger, G?†You talking to me? Well I’m too cool to be G But to you I’m a wanna-G, not a wanna-b I’m too smart to get B’s, but you can call me C I got a lot of bars like a Z followed by double O’s Whichever way the bars flow, go-go-gadget, go Flow caged like an animal, flow so mechanical No weed in the yard, but I spit like a bard And roll a track like a joint, so I can get to the point Never done drugs, but it’s not like you care Because drugs and rap are not a pair But some seem to think they are Because in ever bar, crack is what they need But I can spit crack without coke and weed No speed, I just flow slow like syrup All the best rappers gonna say “C, your up†I’m spitting circles around the space time continuum So if you were spitting rhymes then go ahead and continue em’
