[Hook:]
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch
(Yesss!)
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch
(Ahem)
[Verse 1:]
Excuse me for my newness
I still have influence
I'm like a batch of pennies minted this year--I'm a nuisance
Thumb on a navy ink pad--I got the blueprint
And yes, I'm bilingual--Pig Latin, I'm fluent
Don't look down on me cause I have no affluence
You see, I've got you fooled because you think that I am foolish
See, I am a hot rod with no engine coolant
And if I blow up, then I might cave the roof in
No, I'm not a typical rapper, so don't assume it
I pen lines with a dead eye, right on target like I'm shooting
That white rap, you know I'm that, it's real talk, no false teeth
You're all up on my back; I'm not a pony, so get off me!
Night owl, I'm wide awake while you all sleep
My flow is what you call sweet, and yours is what, salty?
Lost my mind last summer, yuh, it ran like a roadrunner, yuh
Running up the charts so I could never be a runner-up
My heart's afraid of me, so I won't ever have a heart attack
I mar this track; it's charred and black
Ha!
[Hook:]
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch
(Yeh!)
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch
(Hey, y'all, I'm back)
[Verse 2:]
My motives are like a swimsuit--they need no cover-up
Call me a stick in the mud, but I'm stirring up the dust
No joystick for this game; it's wired with no control
It's about time to change; I'm tired of going slow
I go
Hard in the paint, charging the lane, car in the lane, and I'm never parking, no brakes
Spit bars in a rage, no cards, I'm an ace, even though I'm young, I'm a star in the game
Tijuana - do you wanna cross the border, jump the fence?
I'm a new man coming with another man's beat, and I really don't care about the punishment
Yuh!
Can you tell that I do this with ease?
True spitter in the booth, a winner and the truth, I got it, now who is with me?
Even though I'm the king, you're not the court jester; quit fooling with me!
I ask JB a question: why can't there be beauty in beats?
Heyyy!
They love to hate, they hate to love, it's all opposites
I exited my body through my mouth; I'm so out of it
I'm on my Mary Poppins; I get to my spot and spit
Life's a battery; it needs both negatives and positives
Yeah
But most days I prefer neutrality
Duran Duran style, straddle the line in this duality
I wax poetic, carving lines into a candle
My flow divides the listeners like the English Channel
Read between the lines and down the line, images juxtaposed
I guess I do what the Bible says - I got love for foes
The ones who say I suck make me successful
Haters make me hate-proof, and skeptics make me special
It's my house, tell Avicii that I'm on another level
Taking time to understand this will not fit into your schedule
Enough time being slow, can I be a little rough? I eat this flow
In the middle of the muck, I see this home, and I got a lot of love for Regis flow
You know, cause everybody wants to be a millionaire
We want to throw ten thousand hundreds in the sky - million air
So most people would be looking to make a killing here
But I'm fixing to be giving you something filling here
Trees falling down behind me; I don't hear 'em
I yell, "Swerve!" and people swerve; I remote steer 'em
Stifle my creativity? Nuh-uh, you feed it
And no one's cut my legs off, so I guess I'm un-de-feet-ed
I've ripped my brakes out; there's no way that you can slow me
I've disconnected my cell so that you can't call me a phony
[Verse 3:]
Yeah, changing the voices, I've narrowed the choices down
I could either write invoices out or raise my voice and shout
Voice is loud, and it's also smooth; my lips are moistened now
I make music; it's more than just noise, you cow!
I know rap is going pop, I've heard of the merger
Let's have a hand for the true poets, yeah, word to the worders
You're like an edible balloon; I'll just burst you and serve you
And now I'm shooting for the kill, yes, I swerve for the murder
Get your typing fingers out; I got some words for your cursors
Only certain folks in charge; no one's herding the herders
Yeah, you losers, in the future, you can look back when I blew up
Ain't no replay for this big shot, quit rehashing the roofer
Soon I will be crowned king; I'll don my cap as a ruler
I'll run the race of life in bare feet and laugh at your Pumas
Yes
Run to the hills; my verbal gun, it will kill this beat and stun with a will
Kicking it like I punt for the Bills, and I'm pouring out all my love and my skill
Don't stunt for the bills, don't front for the silk, nah, I run for the thrill, never done with the skill
Expunging the ones that come from the mill, won't front as a shill, only love for the real
Six foot, seven foot, I only get taller
I squish a landline; the phonies get smaller
Although I live in reality, the rhyme is home
And this one was made by yours truly, Carolina's own!
Deuces!
