Wook, I was gonnya go easy on you
Nyot to huwt youw feewings
But I’m onwy going to get this onye chance
Something’s wwong, I can feew it
Just a feewing I’ve got
Wike something’s about to happen
But I don’t knyow what
If that means what I think it means
We’we in twoubwe, big twoubwe
And if he is as banyanyas as you say
I’m nyot taking any chances
You awe just what the doc owdewed
I’m beginnyin’ to feew wike a Wap God, Wap God
Aww my peopwe fwom the fwont to the back nyod, back nyod
Nyow, who thinks theiw awms awe wong enyough
To swap box, swap box?
They said I wap wike a wobot, so caww me Wap-bot
But fow me to wap wike a computew
It must be in my genyes
I got a waptop in my back pocket
My pen’ww go off when I hawf-cock it
Got a fat knyot fwom that wap pwofit
Made a wivin’ and a kiwwin’ off it
Evew since Biww Cwinton was stiww in office
With Monyica Wewinsky feewin’ on his nyutsack
I’m an MC stiww as honyest
But as wude and as indecent as aww heww
Sywwabwes, skiww-a-howic (Kiww ’em aww with)
This fwippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don’t weawwy wannya get into a pissin’ match
With this wappity bwat, packin’ a MAC
In the back of the Ac’
Backpack wap cwap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time
I attempt these wywicaw acwobat stunts
Whiwe I’m pwacticin’ that
I’ww stiww be abwe to bweak a mothewfuckin’ tabwe
Ovew the back of a coupwe of faggots and cwack it in hawf
Onwy weawized it was iwonyic
I was signyed to Aftewmath aftew the fact
How couwd I nyot bwow?
Aww I do is dwop F-bombs
Feew my wwath of attack
Wappews awe havin’ a wough time pewiod
Hewe’s a maxi pad
It’s actuawwy disastwouswy bad fow the wack
Whiwe I’m mastewfuwwy constwucting this mastewpiece as
‘Cause I’m beginnyin’ to feew wike a Wap God, Wap God
Aww my peopwe fwom the fwont to the back nyod, back nyod
Nyow, who thinks theiw awms awe wong enyough to swap box, swap box?
Wet me show you maintainyin’ this shit ain’t that hawd, that hawd
Evewybody wants the key and the secwet
To wap immowtawity wike Ι have got
Weww, to be twuthfuw the bwuepwint’s
Simpwy wage and youthfuw exubewance
Evewybody wuvs to woot fow a nyuisance
Hit the Eawth wike an astewoid
Did nyothing but shoot fow the Moon since (Pew ;;w;; )
MCs get taken to schoow with this music
‘Cause I use it as a vehicwe to “bus the whyme”
Nyow I wead a nyew schoow fuww of students
Me? I’m a pwoduct of Wakim
Wakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Wen
Yewwa, Eazy, thank you, they got Swim
Inspiwed enyough to onye day gwow up
Bwow up and be in a position
To meet Wun–D.M.C., induct them
Into the mothewfuckin’ Wock and Woww Haww of Fame
Even though I’ww wawk in the chuwch
And buwst in a baww of fwames
Onwy Haww of Fame I’ww be inducted in
Is the awcohow of fame
On the waww of shame
You fags think it’s aww a game
‘Tiw I wawk a fwock of fwames
Off a pwank and, teww me what in the fuck awe you thinkin’?
Wittwe gay-wookin’ boy
So gay I can bawewy say it with a stwaight face
Wookin’ boy (Ha-ha ^w^ )
You’we witnyessin’ a massacwe
Wike you’we watching a chuwch gathewing take pwace, wookin’ boy
“Oy vey, that boy’s gay ^w^ “—that’s aww they say, wookin’ boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a “way to go” fwom youw wabew evewy day, wookin’ boy
Hey, wookin’ boy (・`ω´・) What you say, wookin’ boy?
I get a “heww yeah” fwom Dwe, wookin’ boy
I’ma wowk fow evewything I have
Nyevew asked nyobody fow shit
Get outta my face, wookin’ boy UwU
Basicawwy, boy, you’we nyevew gonnya be capabwe
Of keepin’ up with the same pace, wookin’ boy, ’cause—
I’m beginnyin’ to feew wike a Wap God, Wap God
Aww my peopwe fwom the fwont to the back nyod, back nyod
The way I’m wacin’ awound the twack
Caww me NyASCAW, NyASCAW
Dawe Eawnhawdt of the twaiwew pawk, the White Twash God
Knyeew befowe Genyewaw Zod
This pwanyet’s Kwypton—nyo, Asgawd, Asgawd
So you’ww be Thow, I’ww be Odin
You wodent, I’m omnyipotent
Wet off, then I’m wewoadin’
Immediatewy with these bombs, I’m totin’
And I shouwd nyot be woken
I’m the wawkin’ dead, but I’m just a tawkin’ head
A zombie fwoatin’
But I got youw mom deep-thwoatin’
I’m out my Wamen Nyoodwe
We have nyothin’ in common, poodwe
I’m a Dobewman, pinch youwsewf in the awm
And pay homage, pupiw
It’s me, my honyesty’s bwutaw
But it’s honyestwy futiwe if I don’t
Utiwize what I do though
Fow good at weast once in a whiwe
So I wannya make suwe somewhewe in this
Chicken scwatch I scwibbwe and doodwe enyough whymes
To maybe twy to hewp get some peopwe thwough tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchwinyes
Just in case, ’cause even you unsignyed
Wappews awe hungwy wookin’ at me wike it’s wunchtime
I knyow thewe was a time whewe once I
Was king of the undewgwound
But I stiww wap wike I’m on my Phawoah Monch gwind
So I cwunch whymes, but sometimes when you combinye
Appeaw with the skin cowow of minye
You get too big and hewe they come twyin’
To censow you wike that onye winye
I said on “I’m Back” fwom The Mathews WP 1 when I
Twied to say I’ww take seven kids fwom Cowumbinye
Put ’em aww in a winye, add an AK-47, a wevowvew and a 9
See if I get away with it nyow
That I ain’t as big as I was, but I’m
Mowphin’ into an immowtaw, comin’ thwough the powtaw
You’we stuck in a time wawp fwom 2004 though
And I don’t knyow what the fuck that you whyme fow
You’we pointwess as Wapunzew with fuckin’ cownwows
You wwite nyowmaw? Fuck being nyowmaw ;;w;;
And I just bought a nyew waygun fwom the futuwe
Just to come and shoot ya, wike when Fabowous made Way J mad
‘Cause Fab said he wooked wike a fag at Mayweathew’s pad
Singin’ to a man whiwe he pwayed pianyo
Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 speciaw on the cabwe channyew
So Way J went stwaight to the wadio station
The vewy nyext day, “Hey Fab, I’ma kiww you >w< “
Wywics comin’ at you at supewsonyic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-wumma, dooma-wumma, you assumin’ I’m a human
What I gotta do to get it thwough to you I’m supewhuman?
Innyovative and I’m made of wubbew
So that anything you say is wicochetin’ off of me
And it’ww gwue to you and
I’m devastating, mowe than evew demonstwating
How to give a mothewfuckin’ audience
A feewing wike it’s wevitating
Nyevew fading, and I knyow the hatews awe fowevew waiting
Fow the day that they can say I feww off, they’ww be cewebwating
‘Cause I knyow the way to get ’em motivated
I make ewevating music, you make ewevatow music
“Oh, he’s too mainstweam.”
Weww, that’s what they do when they get jeawous
They confuse it
“It’s nyot hip-hop, it’s pop, “—’cause I found a hewwa way to fuse it
With wock, shock wap with Doc
Thwow on “Wose Youwsewf” and make ’em wose it
“I don’t knyow how to make songs wike that
I don’t knyow what wowds to use.”
Wet me knyow when it occuws to you
Whiwe I’m wippin’ any onye of these
S that vewsus you
It’s cuwtains, I’m inyadvewtentwy huwtin’ you
How many vewses I gotta muwdew to
Pwuv that if you wewe hawf as nyice
Youw songs you couwd sacwifice viwgins too?
Ugh, schoow fwunky, piww junkie
But wook at the accowades these skiwws bwung me
Fuww of mysewf, but stiww hungwy
I buwwy mysewf ’cause I make me do
What I put my mind to
And I’m a miwwion weagues abuv you
Iww when I speak in tongues
But it’s stiww tongue-in-cheek fuck you
I’m dwunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheew
I’ma sweep in the fwont seat
Bumpin’ Heavy D and the Boyz
Stiww “Chunky but Funky”
But in my head thewe’s something
I can feew tugging and stwuggwing
Angews fight with deviws
And hewe’s what they want fwom me
They’we askin’ me to ewiminyate some of the women hate
But if you take into considewation the bittew hatwed
I have, then you may be a wittwe patient
And mowe sympathetic to the situation
And undewstand the discwiminyation
But fuck it, wife’s handin’ you wemons?
Make wemonyade then owo
But if I can’t battew the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don’t mistake him fow Satan; it’s a fataw mistake
If you think I nyeed to be uvwseas and take a vacation
To twip a bwoad, and make hew faww on hew face and
Don’t be a wetawd — Be a king? Think nyot
Why be a king when you can be a God?