[Intro:] You are... 50 percent brainiac 50 percent maniac (It's time for aPsychic Evaluation) Aight, I'm ready (I'm a hold up these cards and you tell me what'cha see... what do you see in this card right here?) Dollar sign (Okay, what about this card right here?) Dollar sign (Okay, and what about this card right here?) Um, a dollar sign (Uh, I see... well there's obviously something wrong) Naw there ain't nothing wrong with getting money...
In the underground I'm a thousand degree celsius I don't need any help F a record label I appear curosity of myself You got Mixtape Messiah part 6 and you got'cha swagger right I'm on a whole 'nother plant, go get a satellite I been untouchable since Chris Cross was Kris Kross My wrist glossed, my nickname is Kid Frost I don't dance I don't rap for lip gloss A Rick Ross, a big Boss, so get lost I been grindin and hustlin since I was seven I die and they goin say he the biggest hustler in heaven (amen) I swear to y'all ain't a rapper out there that I can't destroy I never chill ain't never sat in a LazyBoy Why, why sleeping really ain't a fun You can talk that talk but I am not the one So many haters that my haters rotate a take a ton So much paper my account brought me a staple gun Y'all feminine as Moulin Rouge That's why I do what I do and make em move on fools Who's fake I am not that dude Bet'cha they goin say you first just like that too You must be try'na gamble your soul a life with'cha Hand on my ice, my ice is quite picture P.E.R.fect look like a life figure But take my advice the tool goin vise-grip ya Pablo Picaso with makin ya face glow I paint a rapper red as the dot on his face (OH) Look at how I did em what'cha think he goin say oh Uh-oh, uh-oh someone better get a make-o I never clocked out but I did let my day know Suppose to be a dinner but I'm dropping off tapes though I'm up working even after The Late Show Ya pace so slow so you won't make a pesos
Let's get down to the business at hand Why do they keep saying you are not the same Cham? Then they get mad cause you talk about grands tell me Are you really showing love to yo fans?
I am the most authentic rapper alive I say alive, all the realest rappers then died Real is what the game is missing so that's what I provide I be me but to them reality is a lie
You don't know me I had death in front of my face, dawg But I'm a do it big until the day of my fate call Friends for three strikes and I ain't talking bout baseball Rolling with three K's like white people with hate all (what) Black people, I bet'cha the mack greet'cha At the door step if you came to react evil (woo) Bring it on the chopper is Shaq Diesel A Piece ain't peace but I bet'cha that that beat you Over a decade since I made my start You little marks would have never thought I get this far It was raining I was knocking on that homestead door Try'na get into Swishahouse I couldn't start my car (Oh boy) gold grinning used to stay with a frost lip And every chick around the hood wanna to get frost bit But never trusted them they stillwill tell you I'm caution Been rapping since forever I ain't lying I'm exhausted Let's pause this
(Come back) Man, I'm outta here man) (The Evaluation is not over yet) Whatever (Your not done here) [Slams door] You don't know me man You don't know me You don't know me
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro:] You are... 50 percent brainiac 50 percent maniac (It's time for aPsychic Evaluation) Aight, I'm ready (I'm a hold up these cards and you tell me what'cha see... what do you see in this card right here?) Dollar sign (Okay, what about this card right here?) Dollar sign (Okay, and what about this card right here?) Um, a dollar sign (Uh, I see... well there's obviously something wrong) Naw there ain't nothing wrong with getting money...
In the underground I'm a thousand degree celsius I don't need any help F a record label I appear curosity of myself You got Mixtape Messiah part 6 and you got'cha swagger right I'm on a whole 'nother plant, go get a satellite I been untouchable since Chris Cross was Kris Kross My wrist glossed, my nickname is Kid Frost I don't dance I don't rap for lip gloss A Rick Ross, a big Boss, so get lost I been grindin and hustlin since I was seven I die and they goin say he the biggest hustler in heaven (amen) I swear to y'all ain't a rapper out there that I can't destroy I never chill ain't never sat in a LazyBoy Why, why sleeping really ain't a fun You can talk that talk but I am not the one So many haters that my haters rotate a take a ton So much paper my account brought me a staple gun Y'all feminine as Moulin Rouge That's why I do what I do and make em move on fools Who's fake I am not that dude Bet'cha they goin say you first just like that too You must be try'na gamble your soul a life with'cha Hand on my ice, my ice is quite picture P.E.R.fect look like a life figure But take my advice the tool goin vise-grip ya Pablo Picaso with makin ya face glow I paint a rapper red as the dot on his face (OH) Look at how I did em what'cha think he goin say oh Uh-oh, uh-oh someone better get a make-o I never clocked out but I did let my day know Suppose to be a dinner but I'm dropping off tapes though I'm up working even after The Late Show Ya pace so slow so you won't make a pesos
Let's get down to the business at hand Why do they keep saying you are not the same Cham? Then they get mad cause you talk about grands tell me Are you really showing love to yo fans?
I am the most authentic rapper alive I say alive, all the realest rappers then died Real is what the game is missing so that's what I provide I be me but to them reality is a lie
You don't know me I had death in front of my face, dawg But I'm a do it big until the day of my fate call Friends for three strikes and I ain't talking bout baseball Rolling with three K's like white people with hate all (what) Black people, I bet'cha the mack greet'cha At the door step if you came to react evil (woo) Bring it on the chopper is Shaq Diesel A Piece ain't peace but I bet'cha that that beat you Over a decade since I made my start You little marks would have never thought I get this far It was raining I was knocking on that homestead door Try'na get into Swishahouse I couldn't start my car (Oh boy) gold grinning used to stay with a frost lip And every chick around the hood wanna to get frost bit But never trusted them they stillwill tell you I'm caution Been rapping since forever I ain't lying I'm exhausted Let's pause this
(Come back) Man, I'm outta here man) (The Evaluation is not over yet) Whatever (Your not done here) [Slams door] You don't know me man You don't know me You don't know me
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