KLAUS BUNDY lyrics : "Who's That?"
SAMPLES:
L.O.B. -- DJ Premier Style
INTRO
(snippet from Muhammad Ali's press conference
before his match against George Foreman, in 1974)
I have wrestled with an alligator
I done tussle with a whale
I done handcuff lightnin'
Throw thunder in jail
Only last week, I murdered a rock
Injuried a stone
Hospitalized a brick
I'm so mean, I make medicine sick
VERSE 1
Before I released my first %#@!
As a solo kid
Before I shot vids and strolled around
With some crazy peep
Before BET told me
We lost the great Heavy D
Before wonderful chicks
Asked me to autograph their tits
I was just a shy child
Scared to face the world outside
Locked in my crib
Empty pockets, no dimes
Eager to rule this damn world
'till the farthest damn shore
!@$)got, you wanna see me poor
but you're the one who's broke
now I'm back as a giant
guns packed, spittin' fire
haters keep hatin'
I'ma smash them liars
I'm movin' on up
Ya can call me Curtis Mayfield
Ya plannin' the ambush
While I'm $#&@in' your ladies
It's too late to stop me now
I'm onto the next level
You don't see me comin'
Ya can say I'm the devil
It's been a long ride
I've come here to stay
Ain't no factory where
war machines like me are made
CHORUS
Who's that?
A crazy rhymer with a Jordan hat
Came to bring the pain in this place
Like Method Man
Who's that?
A difference maker with a microphone
All the silly haters back down
They show the white flag
Who's that?
An unbelievable competitor
Ain't no way that you can stop him
He's a terror-packin' thug
Who's that?
It's Klaus Bundy, mother$#&@er
The undefeated champion
The king is in the building
VERSE 2
Y'all hate me 'cause I curse
Talk about death and guns
But most of y'all !@#(
Don't even know where I'm from
Y'all a bunch of fake (*##$es
Cowards and phonies
Wastin' time judgin' me
Stickin' stupid labels on me
I'm bigger than life
I overshadow the moon
They should write a new Bible
Talkin' about what I do
'cause my %#@!'s never corny
first I'm calm, then I'm rowdy
spread bullets like honey
and I don't care about money
that's the real cancer
it's the root of all evil
it turns grown men
into motha$#&@in' sick hoes
that %#@! cannot buy me
that's why I call myself the realest
y'all like easy females
starvin' for a ^&@#$
I'm laid back
focused on my next moves
these clever rhymes I'm spittin'
shine more than your jewels
I ain't comin' with an Uzi
I'm comin' with a mic
You can't fool me, I'm not a stupid
I am ready for the fight
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Blame it on my momma
I'm a rhyma bringin' drama
Ya can bet some $#&@in' Dolla
I'ma smoke ya like ganja
Dwellin' in hell
While my soul resides in Heaven
I don't wanna kill ya
I just wanna make you madder
I'm chillin', you know
I bring fuss like a storm
No motha$#&@in' punk can stop my flow
So I'm comin' for you, foes
I am facin' you, no fear
Y'all ain't gonna escape, no
The $#&@in' menace is real
CHORUS (X2)
THE END
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