[Speaking intro: Isaiah]
Ey. So they was tryna fuck and shit, right?
...Yeah, this is the new shit from Isaiah & Hovey
Uhh, Hovey didn't really... He's not part of this, here we go
...Nah, I'm just playing
[Hook: Nas]
Got Rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one
Cuss while I puff's from
Got Rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic
And bust one
Rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic
And bust one
Rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic
And bust one
[Verse 1: Isaiahraps]
Cypher completed by the Jordans on my feet
Yeah, number 23s from 4s to 14s
1 through 3 plus a bunch of miscellaneous
They fall in love too quickly, saying how I'm so spontaneous
She lusting for the loving, honey hotter than an oven
Give you the time of your life but I can't be your husband
So I tell her beforehand, make it clear
I can't be your man but I'll be all yours, dear
Alleviate the fears that you might have felt before
While I bless you with sensations you ain't never felt before
Excuse my like of rhyming there, this sense of entitlement
Got me doing the devil's work like the mic's my idle hands
God damn, same dollar, different day
If I had a buck for every flow I'd have enough cash to pay
My way through college, instead of rapping for a buck
So fuck dropping knowledge, I kick rhymes for all the girls I fuck
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Isaiah]
After being blessed by herb's essence
I'm back for verse 2, here to drop some word lessons
Unpredictable, yeah I'm keeping her guessing
On my facebook page, girlie steadily obsessing
Elegant vibrations coming from my lips
I'm regal and broke like a fucking Haitian prince
Down in Port-Au-Prince, where it gets hot as hell
And my rhymes got you locked, like voodoo, I got spells
Rather be locked in my spell than in a cell
I'm the Loch Ness, yeah, a monster from Hell
That's word to the bagpipes I played in my past life
Tryna get paid till my paper's giraffe height
Grounded as stalagmites, even as a baller
I'm broke in the states but a boss in Guatemala
So I don't have to fuck with cheap beer
Got rhymes, 365, plus one on a leap year
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Isaiah]
I'm living easily, MDC kicking it
They should call you "MC Insignificant"
While I was ripping it you was ripping paper up
Notepad paper cause ya lyrics weren't dope enough
"Isaiah isn't hood enough", they say as they question me
Don't they know I rip these pussies? Call me hysterectomy
You can see direct-ily, that I am the next emcee
To stake his claim on the list of rappers not to fuck with, b
Critics be inspecting me, thus far positive
Girls at my shows treat my nuts like lozenges
They like Hovey too, the following is not a shot at him
But I got homie getting hoes for dopeness I am dropping, damn
Should I take a break? Or schedule the wake?
For the beat, cause it got ate like a piece of cake
I'm feeling like a great, cause the track is marvelous
Me and Hovey killing shit, you gon' have to pardon us
[Hook]
[Speaking outro: Isaiah]
For y'all who don't know me, I'm Isaiah
The hoes call me Money Dick
At least since the last album
Uhhh, alright, a lot's changed with Isaiah & Hovey
We've been fucking a lot of hoes-
I mean we were fucking a lot of hoes before
But now we're like REALLY fucking a lot of hoes
Uh, our shows... are still alright, I guess
Uh, We- a record deal! Oh, I didn't even mention
We still haven't been offered a record deal
So, you know, if you like our shit... just come pay us, you know?
Anyway, uh, oh yeah, the last thing we did after we BLEW THE FUCK UP
With Dante's Love Inferno Machine...
We sampled Nas, and I KILT it
