Y’all Seem to Think (This Is Some Kinda Joke)
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Count Bass and I will never fall
And here we are
I'm much better than you
21St century
I'm the king, I'm the king
Yeah, I'm one of those dudes
As if it ain't no talent involved
They seem to think 'cause they be wildin' in the streets
They can fall off in the studio
As if it ain't no talent involved
They seem to think 'cause they be wildin' in the streets
They can fall off in the studio
Y'all act like y'all don't know
Count Bass
They seem to think 'cause they be wildin' in the streets
They can fall off in the studio
My name is Dwight Conway Fowell, Count Bass D
Was, is, always will be
Right here, until I'm outta here
My track record speaks for itself
Fuck y'all niggas, this is the truth
And I surmise I'm one of the last cats here left
I'm surprised cats still admit that they slept
I know Pocket and I know Jeff
With blazing speed like crystal meth
I'm capable of the depth
I used to wonder why I never see celebrities
Now I realize all eyes is seeing me
If you don't understand or feel the sand in my shoes
You can't fit in my drawers, my t-shirts or boots
No business with dude, he stay in cahoots with my number one enemy
Addicted to jealousy when they both need to envy my beat and raptivity
I seen Jesus like nativity
Count Bass no longer kidity
Ain't gon' be no post-life crisis
I'ma be where paradise is, shoot two pair of dices
7-4 Pay me my fees and my licenses
Recognize who the nicest is
Recognize whose mic this is
We can be neighbors but let's get this friend shit
You mind yours, I mind my businesses
Ain't Jack Bone change, never no aliases
Count Bass and I will never fall
They seem to think 'cause they be wildin' in the streets
They can fall off in the studio
As if it ain't no talent involved
They seem to think 'cause they be wildin' in the streets
They can fall off in the studio
Y'all act like y'all don't know
Count Bass
They seem to think 'cause they be wildin' in the streets
They can fall off in the studio
And make the illest beats
Real thugs don't rap, they key it up
Y'all niggas is steered up
Count Bass and I will never fall
This is the truth
Count Bass and I will never fall
Make sure she keep you well fed
And when you go to bed she give you full steam ahead
Maybe she can spit but if not take a long shot
For heaven's sake don't let her take the cake
Pump it hottie and your hydraulic brakes
And you can go back to the city like Salt Lake
I need dough that I need you to rake
Ain't nothing wrong with you, get out your chair like Drake
Don't procrastinate or lie and wait
Take the words out the hook, the great fish debate
I'm a real nigga that these bastards love to hate
The sun come from the east like tequila
They try but can't be me like Akila
Larry Fishburne in the booth with no lectern
When it's my turn I'ma rain like a cistern
And I'm about to bounce blackjack, no trade back
I testify I been healed of my panic attacks
All these rappers never claim Count Bass don't give back
I been generous with buck crack and nut sack
Count Bass and I will never fall
Count Bass and I will never fall
Count Bass and I will never fall
They seem to think 'cause they be wildin' in the streets
They can fall off in the studio
As if it ain't no talent involved
They seem to think 'cause they be wildin' in the streets
They can fall off in the studio
Y'all act like y'all don't know
Count Bass
They seem to think 'cause they be wildin' in the streets
They can fall off in the studio
And make the illest beats
Real thugs don't rap, they key it up
Y'all niggas is steered up
Count Bass and I will never fall
That's y'all problem, y'all keep thinking
Y'all seem to think this is some kind of game or something