文本歌词

This Or That(Prod. by Statik Selektah) - Reks/Styles P/Termanology/DJ Corbet
Ha ha ha ha ha
Am I a good man
Yo
Am I a foold
Am I a fool y'all
Yo Ni**a this ni**a that
A ni**a rap circles 'round the map rap circles 'round these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the facts the innovations in a state of lax
My click clack tongie attack tracks
Like Rihanna spreads gonorrhea Chris Brown beats the blacks on her peeper
Give me freedom of speech to speak ether
That'll send these MC's to meet Aaliyah
Free my flow fever my soul seeker
Little more they T-Pain and Wayne in my speaker
My brain's in bleechers thinking with the fans
Reks defeats his stretch like Lil' Kim's features
Or Superhead's cheek for the rappers that are weak
All these rappers over beats scary as jeepers creepers
Jesus piece took cause you look hard
But shook his knees like Yung Berg or Bow Wow divas
Ni**a this ni**a that
A ni**a rap circles 'round the map rap circles 'round these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the truth when Reks in the booth
Freedom is met and necessary hourly for you
Bewary when R. Kelly in the building
He peeing on the chil'ren peeing on the chil'ren
Ni**a this ni**a that
A ni**a rap circles 'round the map rap circles 'round these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the facts Reks the black Aristotle
With bottles of beer in the backpack
I follow the cheers of the stairs to the stage
Had it up to here with the ways
Where Cool Kids turn to men in days
These f**king hipsters spits are fakes and tight pants for girls or gays
Mama I chew when your son spit rage
Y'all still slaves trying to be Free like 106 chicks sucking Jay
Make you gargle grenades covered in semen from Aids
Cover razor blades in your lemonade
Y'all are Flavor Flav hyping but your writing fugaze
My mic shall ignite a blaze
Simon say shoot yourself in the face
F**king disgrace
Uh huh uh huh
Ni**a this ni**a that
Uh huh uh huh
Ni**a this ni**a that check yo
Ni**a this ni**a that
A ni**a rap circles 'round the map rap circles 'round these rap cats
Someone tell these dudes to rap
Over Statik Seleck beats I'm too deep to be dumb to fact
I come from the tracks where they slumber and slacking
Reks suggest you shut your motherf**king trap
Cause you don't rap you advertising
Clothing lines and since when is that d**e rhyming
You screaming no homo but that's so homo
Such a no no please swallow the fo' fo'
Someone tell Kanye West to keep his clothes on
And if Wayne E.T. ish than tell him phone home
Ni**a this ni**a that
A ni**a rap circles 'round the map rap circles 'round these rap cats
With they slave mind state fact
Their crime rates increasing police policing Diddy's and 50's
Inner city gang where you chase American dreams
It's where you get chased by badge and the high beams
My dreams to awake and find fiends
Dressed in three piece suits addicts living they life clean
But I mean this ain't 'gon happen be happy it seems
We free dumb um I mean
Not to disrespect teens who chase black cream
But black cream bloody from the backs of black teens
Like Emmitt 'til we get it we sing we sing we sing
Am I a good man
Am I a fool
Am I a good man
Am I a fool