Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Bar Exam

















Artist: Joell Ortiz
Track: Slaughterhouse - Joe Budden (with Joell Ortiz, Nino Bless, Crooked I, Royce Da 5'9")
Album: Halfway House

I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine brother
My mind hovers above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your top hat
Ya I'm cool, but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin'
They fifth is lyin in they second drawer
Next door to some bullshit they ironed
Ya'll be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin'
I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany Lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on this song
To get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up and comers scared
The pretty girls go "Papi here's my underwear."
Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is plasma
You're Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the gap's so crazy
I'm Gucci, Louis V, you're Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies
You're suburb, I'm gutter where it make cat's go crazy

8 comments:

  1. The Penn State line is classic. There is much I cannot endorse in these lyrics, but the Penn State line is just so original. The Gucci and Old Navy wordplay is funny as well.

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