Lyrics

I've been doing this since the age of twenty one.
Nigga's hear me still spiting thinking everything so funny son.
But I keep it going because, I can't stop, and I won't stop.
I'm so infatuated with this thing called hip hop.
So, when I grab the mic, I rock a song very well.
And whenever I spits it's never a fairy tale.
Like back in the days, when I dialed with this goofy nigga with a fro.
I thought he was my friend, later found out he was my foe.
It made me so mad I wanted to call him a bitch ass hoe.
But, later on I realized I had to just let it go.
When you hit the button to rewind to play it back in slow Mo.
That's when you realize life is a Mo Fo.
So, today I get up in that brain like a lobotomies'.
Stumping and crushing that ass like a hippopotamus.
I'mma tell you this, when Mega Jam get on the mic to spit.
You'll be like dam that nigga be snapping, man he is the shit.
I thought you heard me before, I thought you knew I slam.
Once again, I'mma tell you, you can't touch Mega Jam.
This ain't Sam I am because, I am the man.
And every time he grab the mic I just go's ham.
So, go head rappers, get your raps ready.
I'mma drop them like confetti and, chop them like nighetti.
Rappers talking through the roof acting like they're truth.
But I'm a natural born skeptic so, I need much proof.
See, rapping on the mic is similar to talking on the telephone.
And you can be making McCalli calls when you at home alone.
In other words what you're taking is a bunch of malarkey.
I believe nothing I hear and, only have of what I see, hardly.
See, I ain't some kid who believes everything I see on the media.
Just like I don't believe everything I read on Wikipedia.
Nigga's get easily fooled by some rappers rap song.
When it be some crap that I wouldn't let last long.
I'm little this, I'm big that, what you are wick whack.
Your mouth is foul so, you need to be sucking on a tic tack.
For opening your mouth and, letting so much bullshit fly out.
My new rap name for you is Mr. Shit mouth.
Rappers always be spitting what ain't necessarily true.
They love that this world is field with so many gullible fools.
But, I'm like Denel Boon who told you to stay off the Bad Lands.
Before the bad men came with mad plans.
I get this done immediate and, expedient.
Because, without Mega Jam you are missing an ingredient.
One man's annoyance is another man's cup of tea.
It's Buda in that blunt nigga, gone head and, fire up the weed.
I went from a fun physical life, to dumb miserable, mental strife.
It influences me to go for my fundamental slice.
They say I'm too old school to rock new school.
But I be fucking you up on the mic and, hip hop is the tool.
See, back in the days when hip hop first started.
Rappers on the mic that was so hip hop hearted.
They weren't out just to make stacks but, to state facts.
That's before nigga's started selling wade cracks.
Back in the days, everything was so chill.
When they wanted to make music, they used a mechanized wheel.
Today, I might not be saying the same thing they are.
But, when I spit on the mic, I snap on the mic like a rock star.
I tell it like it is and like it is, is the way I tell it.
I ain't telling you no bullshit and I ain't trying to sell it.
But no matter what, somebody will be ready to hate.
That'll be from the age of eight to a hundred and eight.
But heaters fuel the fire of what you're doing.
And they'll be heating tell the day you get to where you're going.
And when you get there, they'll probably be looking for a lone.
You'll be getting a lot of calls from strangers on the phone.
See, back in the days, they said my rap wasn't really cool.
But, today when I snap they say Mega Jam, you're a silly fool.
I'm a silly fool? Yes you're a silly fool.
On the mic, you'll realize what I'm saying is really true.
I ain't worried about what type of plans you're gonna make.
Because, messing with Hip Hop Mafia is like being with an earthquake.
I'm no fake for heaven sake I'm so real.
When you hear me spiting on the mic, you're hearing a dope skill.
Today, I don't worry about competition too much.
Because when I get on the mic, I got the true touch.
Today I ain't got time for playing no type silly games.
Don't need any lees around me and I don't have time for lames.
No hunger pains because, I ain't supposed to be hungry.
What I supposed to be doing is living in the lap of luxury.
See, I've been doing this here for a very long time.
And anybody who knows me; they know I snap when I rhyme.
So, I'll be doing this until I'm dead or become too old.
I'll be rapping until the microphone gets too heavy to hold.
See, every year I'll be doing this from January to January.
And, I'm gonna get this done by all means necessary.