(Get 'em, daddy, I got 'em)
Woo, ah-ah, wah
(Get 'em, daddy, got 'em, mommy)
A nigga exist in the tenth dimension, can't use your sight to watch me
The clip extend from my hip to my dick tip like a Tamagotchi
For that bitch shit, my henchmen go get him, he said he got me copied
But this pen just enough to get you stitched in like Junya Watanabe
The block so hot, it'd make a Pop-Tart sweat probably
Another nigga on the screen to beam, put you on web just like Fred and Carly
I'll get you sanitized, if she supply, then leave weak bitch panda eyed
Give a fuck if the can jam in my hand, I'll beat you with the back of the gat like you bein' canonized
So you so tantalized, how I brandish my canvas and paint the skies
Would it suffice to give you vision just to say we have the same eyes?
Could I surmise that your intentions are to mimic 'isms to get what's mine?
The night I die, I'll rerisen with the equipment to get you spliced
I might go get a bitch that hate Black women like André Benjamin
Then pull up to labels with my gun on the table to get me penciled in
A bit unstable due to the fiber optic cables changin' my temperament
This bitch untraceable, but it's loaded with tracers, ironic
I'd piss on your grave, but you'd probably blossom again just to give my dick a kiss, but I ain't into it
But you're bitch are more interested in answerin' of course, consensually
You coochie-takin' ass niggas, I will not kick it with
But I will give you the end of the mag in your chest when I empty it
That ain't your nigga if he tell you 'bout the lick after he hit it
That ain't your bitch, it's just your turn, lil' nigga, that's facts, is you listenin'?
I might just mix the spliff with fent and then go crash into Dylex
Singin' "Found a Cure" like I'm Ashford and Simpson after I'm finished
A nigga exist in the tenth dimension, can't use your sight to watch me
The clip extend from my hip to my dick tip like a Tamagotchi
For that bitch shit, my henchmen go get him, he said he got me copied
But this pen just enough to get you stitched in like Junya Watanabe
A nigga exist in the tenth dimension, can't use your sight to watch me
The clip extend from my hip to my dick tip like a Tamagotchi
For that bitch shit, my henchmen go get him, he said he got me copied
But this pen just enough to get you stitched in like Junya Watanabe
The clock so big, it look just like Big Ben, the pockets origami
I smell a pussy bitch with my sixth sense, your form too bodacious
Get within, it's so intrinsic, but my soil need a body
Hold on to every court, I'ma stoke 'cause $ilk the only copy
I could be as shiesty as Johnny Shipes be, but without the mask
Broad day with a smile on my face, put your royalties in a bag
Give you a phonebook to sign in the lab, like RZA did to the clan
Sell you to the highest bidder and you'll never see your residuals again
We in the business of ownin' niggas, nigga
Nigga, the fuck you thought this was?
Your contractual obligation, last perpetually and perpetuity
And his body through all territories as far as the universe can see
A nigga exist in the tenth dimension, can't use your sight to watch me
The clip extend from my hip to my dick tip like a Tamagotchi
For that bitch shit, my henchmen go get him, he said he got me copied
But this pen just enough to get you stitched in like Junya Watanabe
A nigga exist in the tenth dimension, can't use your sight to watch me
The clip extend from my hip to my dick tip like a Tamagotchi
For that bitch shit, my henchmen go get him, he said he got me copied
But this pen just enough to get you stitched in like Junya Watanabe
