Alright! Kick back, relax, and grab yourself a beverage Or hop if you want to just bounce to my leverage The evidence, as they say is in the pudding So show me the money, like my name is Cuba Gooding It ain't fools gold, its gold, fool Can't stop won't stop keeping it old school, so cool Big Spoon is my nom de plume I keep it popping like a needle in a new balloon And if you don't know by now then you need more schoolin' Let loose kid, get stupid Got more flavor than I know what to do with So get your hands up if you're part of the movement And bump to the bump to the baseline I made it rock before your phone had Facetime Yessiree, you know my steeze I stay fresh to death like I'm drowning in Febreze
Up up and away we go Up up and it's making me glow Up up and away we go Up up, and I'm liking it Up up and away!
Up and away I'm in pilot mode One step ahead on this xylophone That means I boss farther Speak doh on Bart's father Home overhead and I'm all story All eyes on your boy, and I'm post side Wait until you're outside, it's a more live-r Let me open up like this a boy-knocker Show you how I lay it down boy, so proper No scholar but much class I'm jump felt under your nose like a mustache, my pet splash Equivalent of a benzo, M-Class So fly my wardrobe, call me jet lag Cash my dough cause my hook says fresh crack So dope, I'm a certified meth lab Pet nab has been that it got been fresh All eyes on my pan game, Pintrest That journal, holla fame, dollar game Something big like wallets, you pocket change All about presidents no politician But every big face need your running mate
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Hello nurse, let me burst on this verse I rock steady but I never rehearse And every verse I work is right on the money Yo, I got more raps than a mummy, honey This be the boogie to jump start your ventricles Strapped on the track like tentacles I put the squeeze on these other MC's Cutting imitators off at the knees, oh please The way I'm ripping it up I never let up so hold on to your butts And Imma wake you up, show you how it's done I'll kick your swagger in the athletic cup, son I'm blessed to be spittin' these rhymes Instead of sitting in a cubicle and losing my mind So this is my time to shine And I'm gonna do it so bright I'll make Bustas go blind