Intro:
Yeah, one two, one two
You act a fool like Jim Carrey in Dumb & Dumber Too
And the first one too; it's mic check; one two
I'm just gonna do this one off the top
You act a fool like Jim Carrey in Dumb & Dumber Too
And the first one too; it's mic--
Verse:
Going off the top so forgive me if I go off the topic
Just go with the flow, unless you're hydrophobic
I never took losses, I'm demanding my profit
Trynna shoot up a bank, I put my money where my Glock is
Crime's the only way to make more than you're giving me
I'm going from minimum wage to maximum security
If I die, I brought my will to thе table like Jada Pinkett
I'm likе the Bs in B2B, I mean business
I dare you to lay hands on anyone around me
You wouldn't touch my circle; you know we kill tangents
Synik rhymes with lyric, Malcom rhymes with album
This a lyrical album, we rhyming until the sun come
And by "the son", I mean Jesus
'cause only the end of the world itself could cease us
That's why I'm always working
Save your ransom, you'll never catch this kid napping
Ten years rapping and I never made it on the charts
You don't get it, my nigga, that means I'm off the charts
So I'm still standing like the Queen's Guard
I'm on the street charts, the topic when the streets chat
In my prime, swear I surpass Nickel and Preemo
Flow so deep, you look hard enough, you might find Nemo
And in this title race
I feel like a jackrabbit in a turtle race
Only got half a dollar, but I'll get rich or die trying
I told the rest of the game to try dying
Conditioned to stay alive in deadly conditions
Niggas try to act like me but fail the auditions
I'm out to kill every living legend
It takes one hell of a rapper to send them to heaven
I'm in God form, winning by margins unknown to man
My wins are strong enough to be hurricanes
The centre of attention like the letter N
They applaud after every line like I'm Letterman
For what I've spent on ink and pads
It takes Gates' net worth to make sure my bill gets paid
I get invited to elite functions
On a list of guests that need no introduction
I wear my heart on my sleeve; it's not a wardrobe malfunction
I just say it like it is, my tongue speaks my mindset
And when I'm spitting
They call it beatboxing, that's giving the beat a beating
I'm a devil and I'm going on full HAM like Berbatov
Y'all on check when I move, I feel like Kasparov
I'm busy being what you're busy trynna be
Just minding my sweet biz yet attracting these busy bees
I'm a lion and a pride of the pride
Is there life after death? I'm gonna kill you to decide
My verses will go platinum if they ever get sold
That's why you need more than gold grills to bite my flow
This is all off the top
With the least that I drop, it's every list that I top
Malcom
Yeah, one two, one two
You act a fool like Jim Carrey in Dumb & Dumber Too
And the first one too; it's mic check; one two
I'm just gonna do this one off the top
You act a fool like Jim Carrey in Dumb & Dumber Too
And the first one too; it's mic--
Verse:
Going off the top so forgive me if I go off the topic
Just go with the flow, unless you're hydrophobic
I never took losses, I'm demanding my profit
Trynna shoot up a bank, I put my money where my Glock is
Crime's the only way to make more than you're giving me
I'm going from minimum wage to maximum security
If I die, I brought my will to thе table like Jada Pinkett
I'm likе the Bs in B2B, I mean business
I dare you to lay hands on anyone around me
You wouldn't touch my circle; you know we kill tangents
Synik rhymes with lyric, Malcom rhymes with album
This a lyrical album, we rhyming until the sun come
And by "the son", I mean Jesus
'cause only the end of the world itself could cease us
That's why I'm always working
Save your ransom, you'll never catch this kid napping
Ten years rapping and I never made it on the charts
You don't get it, my nigga, that means I'm off the charts
So I'm still standing like the Queen's Guard
I'm on the street charts, the topic when the streets chat
In my prime, swear I surpass Nickel and Preemo
Flow so deep, you look hard enough, you might find Nemo
And in this title race
I feel like a jackrabbit in a turtle race
Only got half a dollar, but I'll get rich or die trying
I told the rest of the game to try dying
Conditioned to stay alive in deadly conditions
Niggas try to act like me but fail the auditions
I'm out to kill every living legend
It takes one hell of a rapper to send them to heaven
I'm in God form, winning by margins unknown to man
My wins are strong enough to be hurricanes
The centre of attention like the letter N
They applaud after every line like I'm Letterman
For what I've spent on ink and pads
It takes Gates' net worth to make sure my bill gets paid
I get invited to elite functions
On a list of guests that need no introduction
I wear my heart on my sleeve; it's not a wardrobe malfunction
I just say it like it is, my tongue speaks my mindset
And when I'm spitting
They call it beatboxing, that's giving the beat a beating
I'm a devil and I'm going on full HAM like Berbatov
Y'all on check when I move, I feel like Kasparov
I'm busy being what you're busy trynna be
Just minding my sweet biz yet attracting these busy bees
I'm a lion and a pride of the pride
Is there life after death? I'm gonna kill you to decide
My verses will go platinum if they ever get sold
That's why you need more than gold grills to bite my flow
This is all off the top
With the least that I drop, it's every list that I top
Malcom
( Malcom Mufunde & Synik )
www.ChordsAZ.com