If Rap Gets Jealous Troubadour

Yeaaa, Uh let me introduce me
I don't gotta pack due to the
Fact I'm Africa's Rap Bruce Lee
Plus they've been trying to shoot me
Since I was two feet
So I am never scared, you can Youtube me
Where Im from they will
Pull your card Mister
You ain't hard mister
I was initiated into manhood at thirteen
And it wasn't a barmitzvah
I break a bottle on ya like a bad bartender
Let my star venture out, I got war in me
So let me vent it out

I don't expect you to feel my pain
But with respects to the rules
Of the game, They don't apply because
I made it this far
Stage dive like a ghetto rockstar

And if rap gets jealous cause I rock heavy
It don't worry me if
Mothafuckers don't get it
So if rap gets jealous, cause of where I'm
Headed, I used to be a public enemy
Don't forget it
And if rap gets jealous cause I rock heavy
It don't worry me if
Mothafuckers don't get it
So if rap gets jealous, baby
Im a menace, you know
I came to bring the pain

Ill admit it I could spit it
Like a fitted knitted cap
That means tight and won't stop
Like a city cab
That means I'm not white but I figured do
It big because the slum needs me
So instead of getting a beat from Kanye
(eezy) who would probably take half my budget
I could save the back end and
Send it back to Mogadishu where
My family and friends getting patched up
Again you can ask hova
The hood is harder than you thought like a
Fifty chain getting snatched in
Angola? Not sure

I don't expect you to feel my pain
But with respects to the rules
Of the game, They don't apply because
I made it this far
Stage down like a ghetto rockstar

(You know)

So don't tell me I gotta be the same, I'm
Tryin to get you to know my name
And with respects to the rules of the game
They don't apply because I came this far
Stage dive like a rockstar