[Verse 1: Concrete Cee]
Rappers say they're Rick Rossin' it, rented Maybachs
For the videos, real heads know they're Keith Clossin' it
You ain't ballin', your jaw is made of porcellain
China, in other words, your words are not yours
And my game is smash mouth, extinguish your Levi's, ya liar
Didn't you catch my last stage show, doggie that was fire
For real, I brought the house down like an inside job
So many stories, the Petronas Towers stood before me
Hardly, that reference split the apple on your heads
Or that glass of Scotch, now shorty dead
I win, Javier Bardem, villain mode engaged
Anton Chigurh, hold still while I bolt ya face
Pokerface, if Phil Ivey asks you your name
Don't fix your lips and answer that question, you know who he plays
As for me, I couldn't give a fuck less who you are
On or off beat, you know I rap better than y'all, come on...
[Interlude 1: Concrete Cee]
Haha..., Elbows for everyone
Bitch! Elbows for everyone
Elbows for everyone
For all of y'all
You, you, you..., yeah, you too!
Fuck outta here, elbows for everyone
Yeah
[Verse 2: Concrete Cee]
Canine trapmines, wack rhymes, bedtime
Snoozefest, you rest, in peace, big leaf
Victory signs with the fingers, hippie
Hipsters, pseudo-neo-multicultural
Spoiled middle class kids cursed by the hated Book of Jobs
Black Eyed Peas in a Pod, cast spells
IGod on his shirt, word, nerds rap well
It's the demise of record sales, welcome to my city!
The only dude I let rep Berlin is Peter Fox
The rest of y'all can see the Glock that Uffie popped
Electro rap bitches get my sole to their hole
They said Streetball is dead, little bitches getting bold and it's sad
I grew up around older heads, elbows thrown instead
Of whining about hardboiled defense
Weaklings be switching up faster than after a screen-n-roll
One minute you front and the next you deepthroat, motherfucker!
[Interlude 2: Concrete Cee]
Elbows for everyone, elbows for everyone
*cough*
Elbows for everyone!
Yeah, you too
Don't act like you can't get'em
You know you can get'em
Anybody can get'em!
Dikembe Mutombo up in this bitch, elbows for everybody
Fuck outta here
*sigh*
[Verse 3: Concrete Cee]
Elbow mentality, Mortal Kombat on the mic
Reduce big wigs to kids, babality
Cattleprod chickens, cause clitoris calamities
H5N1 the bird in, like Miami
Who the fuck wanna battle me? People got too much
Time on their hands, like 3 watches
New rapper name, since we already got 2 Chainz
4 bracelets, 5 anklets, 6 earrings
One 50 Cent song, remember "How To Rob"?
Told a groupie be silent and remember how to bob
Today I didn't feel like putting message in a song
Elbows for everyone, especially the ones
That's out there giving free hugs
I'm giving out coffee cups without bottoms and call them shits mean mugs
April the fifth, I'm still shaqtin' a fool
Don't care if you think I'm unfunny, I'm laughing at YOU!
You figure half the shit I rap about is actually true
Like how I never talk to classmates after school...
Bitch please...
[Outro: Concrete Cee]
Fuck outta here
*singing off-key*
Elbows for everyone
Bitch
