專輯：I Am Not A Human Being
歌曲：I Am Not A Human Being
作曲：D. Correa、D. Carter、M. Diaz
I am not a human being Uhh
P ssy for luch
Pop all the balloons and spit
in the punch yeah
Kush and the blunts
I ride through your block
see a foot in the trunk
I don't know why
they keep playin
They better replay 'em giving
them the blues
Bobby Blue Bland
Together we stand
and fall on y'all
Ballin' with my bloods
call it b ball
These days aint
Young Money is
I got mars bars
three musketeers
Come through coupe same
colour as veneers
And you know I'm riding
with the toast cheers
Yeah now I'm back on my grizz
And y'all's a bunch a squares
like a muthaf cking grid
Sh t f ck with me and get hit
I finger the nina
make the b tch have kids
Just do it my n gga I just did
Name a muthaf cker deeper
than me b tch dead
Ya dig this here is big biz
and I scream it
whoever it is
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time
I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line
I'm not racin'
I thank god that
I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being
Uhh rockstar baby
Now come to my suite
and get lockjaw baby
Rich n gga lookin at the
cops all crazy
Its the mob gga
Martin Scorsese
Heater close range
cuz people are strange
But I bet that AK 47
keep you ordaned
You cant see weezy nor wayne
Im in the far lane
im running this
hundred yard gain
Uhhh swag on infinity
Im killing em
see the white flag
from the enemy
Shoot you in the head and
leave your dash
full of memories
Father forgive me
for my brash delivery
I will try you
I wouldnt lie you
I must be sticky cuz them
bitches got they eyes glued
Young money baby we the
sh t like fly food
Yall cant see us
like the bride shoes
I stand tall
like a muthafuckin 9'2
I scream motherf ck you
and whoever design you
And if you think you hot then
obviously you are lied to
And we dont die
we multiply and then
we come divide you
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time
I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line
I'm not racin'
I thank god that
I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being
Re Reporting
from another world
Magazine full of bullets
you can be my cover girl
Ness go the weed thicker
than a southern girl
Strong arm rap like a n gga
did a hundred curls
Rock star biatch
check out how we rock
And if this aint hip hop
it must be me hop
Im higher than a tree top
She lick my lo llipop
I still get my candy from your
girlfriends sweet shop
Spitting that he rock im
smooth not Pete Rock
And my money on
etcetera 3 dots
Still get a stomach ache
every time I see cops
You better run mothaf cka
cuz we not
You better run
till your feet stop
You aint even on a f cking
alphabet in my tea pot
Colder than a ski shop
Holding on to THE top
and even if I let go I
still wont G rock
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time
I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line
I'm not racin'
I thank god that
I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being
