They don't know who you are. They get a brief glimpse and then you just shut it down You know you close yourself off. Because they only know whats written in the magazines
in the sky it's a bird it's a plane What's that niggas name? Captain save a hoe main More faster than a speeding bullet to put on his cape and scared I put the fake the fake
Eh yo drew, turn my mic up Cause I want these motha fucka's to hear me I see you rap bitches talkin' real slick in the magazines. I'm the same bitch your
in Cold-Blooded nine assassins, time for action, Johnny Unidas Handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas *swords clash* Verse Five: RZA Drowning problems
nothing you should see me I smoke myself to sleep And blame postmodern things I cant relate Like summer camp and coastal states Like alcohol and coffee beans Dance floors and magazines
M THE ROUNDEST NIGGA DOWN HERE SQUARE WHO YOU ARE YOU WANT DRAMA YOU CAN GET IT AND PREMIER'S DOWN WIT IT BABY CHORUS THERE'S NOT A PROBLEM THAT
Fuck rough rhymes get hooked and young minds get shook Duck, don't rock, don't break, don't bend, don't fall Not gon' play, don't fake, don't stop to
nigga down here, square who you are You want drama, you can get it! *scratch* and Premier's down with it baby [Chorus] There's not a problem that I
'm stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness
cold Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unidas Handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas *swords clash* [Verse Five: RZA] Drown in problems
's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream Concious, backpack, scratch that, same thing I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness
Eh yo drew, turn my mic up Cause i want these motha fucka's to hear me I see you rap bitches talkin' real slick in the magazines. I'm the same bitch
to live Fuck, 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds Vin I'm drivin' off a bridge Broken rib, no windshield, covered in carosine Gasoline, tank filled to the top Magazines
huh [Verse 1:] Yeah, you know my name rings a bell Or should I say rocks em. I'm shelltoe rockin Females I don't got em but get em with no problem And
bird it's a plane What's that niggas name? Captain save a hoe main More faster than a speeding bullet To put on his cape and scared I put the fake the fake
buy anything they need from the clerk with tattooed eyebrow If you can relate to this that's great If you can't it's probably because I'm fake contrived