Ain`t I

Uh, uh, uh, I'm in the, I'm in the, I'm in the I'm in the business of making music, that music business The fitness, no one can witness cause I I make that crack music nigga, uh That real Black music nigga The only singles that I'm dropping are the ones Flapping at the band of your white briefs White boys please Can barely believe I walk by as they hold they skeets by the seams of they jeans CREAM get the money, and run it to the hills y'all Straight into my pocket, tired of the deals dog Start my own label, keep the leaking sealed off If you got a big mouth, then you might get peeled off I'm the only fat lipped bass, my flipper vroom peel off Eating flounder, Sebastian's like some bath salts Munching on his bones, looking at him like It's yo' fault Look at what you made me do Yo, pass the hot sauce Looking at the back of Sophia Eris's head Eating a sammich but we don't got bread Got a spider ass bite on my head, hangry Feeling soupy, I brought my fuck in, yo I'm duckin' Donald, Daffy, Howards, them cowards Could never throw shots at a super with power What was Russia without the czars What was Henry Ford without the cars My grandparents worked at Ford factory So Henry is nothing without my family tree And his slave owning family needed Black blood still So I think we need a spot up on Henry's will That would never be the case, in case you ain't keeping up I'm dishing out cases of that heavy bass And them bassheads straight from the oppressor's loins Are giving us our Free us in hella coin So bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy Hip hop, hip hop turned crack from the era of crack babies Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy Hip hop, about to give oratories in stadiums and laboratories Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy Hip hop, hip hop turned crack from the era of crack babies Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy Hip hop, about to give oratories Big GRRRL, Small World It don't matter how deep yo' pockets go They still get they fill, fingers scrape the bottom It don't matter how deep yo' soul is They sho' is blinded by the light It don't matter how deep yo' pockets go They still get they fill, fingers scrape the bottom It don't matter how deep yo' soul is They sho' is blinded by the light Crazy Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy Hip hop, hip hop turned crack from the era of crack babies Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy Hip hop, about to give oratories in stadiums and laboratories Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy Hip hop, hip hop turned crack from the era of crack babies Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy Hip hop, about to give oratories in stadiums and laboratories And ain't I a woman Ain't I a woman Ain't I a woman