I'm So Cool

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I'm an emcee first so guess what, shithead

I can be an arrogant prick too, dickhead

We all got tugs on the road that spit lead

What you choose to promote? What’s your intent?

Man done hundreds of shows, no deal

Can count countries I been and I still

Ill shit, real shit, red and blue pill shit

Talk sense but tugs still feel shit

14 in coliseum with big women

Every other week when the shots kept ringing

So parden me if I don’t give a fuck lately

But half of these bars emcees wanna spray me

Only care if you wanna educate me

Or great emcee like Biggie was maybe

And I don't response for who hate me

Don’t lie to yourself, claim that you don’t rate me

Who else can make intelligence seem sexy

Girls try hard, still can't get me

Gotta be a queen, I stay select

Grown man, don’t run when I get a erect

Not any girl that can feel the sweat, heat

Push the mind sex and I change the technique

Who the fuck, you wanna claim you rep street

You ain't out there with the youts and get deep?

I'm so cool playing the game

But I make my own rules

I'm so cool stay in your lane

Or you'll get took to school

I'm so cool playing the game

But I make my own rules

I'm so cool, so cool, so fucking cool

Many man talk shit but they got no talent

Everything that I spit classic

Known from Sudan to Zimbabwe, the hard way

Livin’ off the work of the word that the bard spray

Teaching my shit in the schools since the first disc

What would you think when I'm dead, I'm a wordsmith

In the truest sense of the word, have you heard, prick

It’s a new day, absurd with my nerd shit

We know Akala, we know that he reads

Never run from no guy and see men bleed

We all talk tough on the track, oh please!

You ain't out there on your own on the steet

I am not Superman, you are not Superman

But I don't need to pretend that I am

I’de rather fight with the right foe that has stole land

Soul stone cold put a price on your soul man

You can take my wisdom for weakness, sweetness

I don’t belive that ‘turn the other cheek’ shit

"Fuck! Akala, it's all that deep shit?"

But lease tell me, really what's street shit?

Italian designers out on the block for you

Shot rocks, pop Glocks, hop blocks with you?

We own the straps and the scales?

Or the fasion sales? Or we just pack the jails

I'm so cool playing the game

But I make my own rules

I'm so cool stay in your lane

Or you'll get took to school

I'm so cool playing the game

But I make my own rules

I'm so cool, so cool, so fucking cool

A military mind since back in '04

Who’s relevant from then its oh so poor

Emcees come through and the last one sees

And I'm bleeding and breathing, the meaning we feel it

Don’t want credit for the message I discuss

Enough conscious emcees are boring as fuck

Credit 'cause my swag is fly through the roof

A bop when I spit the fire in the booth

Credit 'cause I am the best emcee

Oh lord dear god Just flee fuck me!

Credit 'cause I am oh so original

You ain't the only bro that knows criminals

Don’t shout out my OG’s on the track

They’re way too serious for all of that crap

Mans that buy yard and yawnin' in Ghana

Might be gangstas but always were fathers

Can't rate man that is smuggling parada

'Cause you dem a struggle, it's dumb-fuck retarded

Few emcees have got the game twisted

Don’t be ashamed of earnin’ an honest living

How many fucked up 'cause our dad’s were in prison

And if they were around then there'd be less killing

And if you must die then die for the right cause

Die like a mutherfuckin man in the right war

Die like Toussaint, die like Dessaline

Die like Malcolm scheming on a better dream

Die for your family, die for your Kids home

Don’t die for a dumb block that you don’t own

I'm so cool playing the game

But I make my own rules

I'm so cool stay in your lane

Or you'll get took to school

I'm so cool playing the game

But I make my own rules

I'm so cool, so cool, so fucking cool