Da Baddest Poet

chorus:
cops ain't shit to me. jobs ain't nothing
but free pens and long distance calls.
thought i had it all, the god got birth control.
the white man's the fucking devil.
i wanted to be black at age fourteen,
so when they say i don't respect the culture,
truth is, i only rap 'cause i ain't smart enough to write a book.
i've never paid a parking ticket:
it's twenty dollars now or three-hundred then;
you want your money, come and get it,
but better bring two-hundred guns and a hundred men.

i've killed a million pens and thrown many stones, but never lost a bet.
looking at the fossil on my wrist like, "is my five minutes up yet?"
got more time to relax now, so i can say, "fuck the industry."
went for rupert murdoch's throat and left with rawkus trying to sign me.
you can't buy me, i'm holding my chips 'til i land on last base.
i didn't burn any bridges; i never needed none of 'em in the first place,
'cause money made is money gone is money never had.
money here only pretends to care for the people we leave around.
and always pack light 'cause the guns are packing suckers,
all mad 'cause someone else paid 'em, shaking in their waste-your-life-away stance.
'cause it's cool to be tragically hip; fools rule the universe. it's ok,
you say you want blood , but drink piss all day.
i say hang the queen from every streetlight on every washington street.
tell 'em it's difficult to have sex on waterbeds,
'cause most of us can't afford waterbeds,
and if we could, we'd move out the hipster settlement of oakland
(the fine line between low income and no income).
i can't read no lips 'cause i'm a stone.
always wanted to be a rapper, but when i finally made it there, no one wanted me.
since no one wants me here, in the immortal words of ice-t:
"you should have killed me last year." but in the mere mortal words of me, i've
torn up some rebuttals and lost some friends, but like the old saying goes,
"if you can't nuke 'em...starve 'em or drop food on 'em."
i'm half a brothel, half a novel, half a one-man army.
mcs don't want beef, they wanna shake my hand, then make a diss song about me.
'cause idiots live to outdo their shortcomings
while my inner napoleon is frying the biggest fish.
i hold the grudge like a mic and a girl like a cross.
people say i'm vague, but we know who's in vogue
and when the revolution comes, all you'll know how to do is beg.

chorus

the white man's the fucking devil.
the white man's the...baddest poet.

jim jesus on the beat, he's the...baddest poet.
nosdam's the...baddest poet.
why? murda, you know he's da...baddest poet.
dose one, you know you da...baddest poet.
pedestrian, kid, you know...baddest poet.
bomarr monk, you know he's the...baddest poet.
controller 7, you know he's the...baddest poet.
my man baillie, you know he's the...baddest poet.
sage francis mah' fucka...baddest poet.
alias might be married but he's...baddest poet.
ayo, jel, kid you know you da...baddest poet.
he might be singin' but passage's the...baddest poet.
yasamin, you know you da...baddest poet.
kids on the internet, you know you da...baddest poet.
white girls, you know they da...baddest poet.
press people, you know they da...baddest poet.