This Or That (Produced By Statik Selektah)
Reks
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Am I a good man?
Am I a fool?
Nigga this, nigga that, a nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
You are now in tune to the facts
The innovation's in a state of 'lax
My click clack tongue attack tracks like Rihanna spreads gonorrhoea
Chris Brown beats the blacks on our peepers
Gimme freedom of speech to speak ether
That'll send these MCs to meet Aaliyah
Free my flow fever, my soul seeker
Little more than T-Pain and Wayne in my speakers
My brains in bleachers, thinkin' with the fans
Reks defeats the stretch like Lil' Kim's features
I'm super head cheek for the rappers of the week
All these rappers over beats scary as Jeepers Creepers
Jesus piece took cause you look hard
But shook his knees is on Yung Berg or Bow Wow divas
Nigga this, nigga that, a nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
You are now in tune to the truth when Reks in the booth
Freedom is Malcolm, necessary, I worry for you
Be worried when R. Kelly in the building
He peein' on the children, peein' on the children
Nigga this, nigga that, a nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
You are now in tune to the facts
Reks the black Aristotle with bottles of beers in the backpack
I follow the cheers up the stairs to the stage
Had it up to here with the ways
We're cool kids, have 'em in a daze
These fucking hipsters spits are fades
And tight pants for girls are gays
Mama I chew in your son spit rays
Y'all still slaves tryin' to be free like 106 chicks sucking J
Make you gargle grenades
Covered in semen from AIDS
Couple razor blades in your lemonade
Y'all are Flavor Flav
Hypin' but you're writing fugaz'
My mic shall ignite a blaze
Simon Says shoot yourself in the face
Fuckin' disgrace
Uh huh, uh huh
Nigga this, nigga that
Uh huh, uh huh
Nigga this, nigga that, check, yo
Nigga this, nigga that, a nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
Someone tell these dudes to rap over Statik Selekt beats
I'm too deep to be dumb to fat
I come from the tracks where they slumber and slackin'
Reks suggests you shut your motherfuckin' trap
Cause you don't rap, you advertising
Clothing lines and since when is that dope rhyming
You screamin' no homo but that's so homo
Such a no no, please swallow the .44
Someone tell Kanye West to keep his clothes on
And if Wayne's E.T.-ish then telephone home
Nigga this, nigga that, a nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
With they slave mind state fat
The crime rates increasing, police policin' Diddy's and 50's
In the city ain't where you chase American dream
It's where you get chased by badge and the high beams
My dreams to awaken fine fiends
Dressed in three piece suits, addicts living their life clean
But I mean, this ain't gon' happen, we happy it seems
We free dumb, um, I mean
Not to disrespect teens who chase black cream
But black cream bloody from the backs of black teens
Like Emmett Till we get it we sing