Big Shot

man can this guy rhym.. im not too into hiphop but i dig what this dude can do, hes got so much more talent then any of the big "star" rappers out there

I'm not that into hip hop either, I hate the mainstream stuff that's out right now.. the artists like talib kweli, jurassic 5, common, poetical underground'ish kind of rap is what I am in to.. I have this song on my winamp playlist and it says its 3:50 long, I can't even read all those words in 4 mins, but the song seems like it lasts for 7 minutes, the creativity and flow in this song is amazing

Haha, does anyone notice that he says "Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy"

I'm not sure if it's intentional, but I take the Lucy as a reference to Atmosphere (another great rap group if you're not familiar) who often use the name Lucy in their lyrics when speaking of a female character (much like a Jane Doe type thing, every antagonistic female is named Lucy).

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Funny

Agrees with brain_stew I think you're right. This song is great and seems to break the overall dark theme of the album.

I'm a casual hip hop fan, but not like Fifty or Paul Wall, or whoever's big now. But I like memorizing songs occasionally, and i pretty much have this one down, just because I can't stop listening to it. It's really a great showcase of rhymes that actually make sense.

Does any body know if Micheal Larsen(Eyedea) was in IB?

You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop? She talks in riddles and sort of tickles your soft spot You see her in the club She treats you like a scrub She ain't trippin' off you She got your whole crew in love You're day dreamin' of gettin' her in that bedroom alone Straight feenin', you beg like a dog for the bone And she's peepin', and the reason is she knows There's a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone And next weekend, you invite her to your home You weren't even thinking, you got played by a pro She's a big shot Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes Took advantage of a thousand, only slept with three guys Ain't a hoe or a groupie, Jane Doe or a Lucy Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise Yo, I know she's a cutie, but she goes for the Loochi Sure her words sounded sincere, she even made me cry Hey, don't think I'm goofy, but there's power in that coochie Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's

She's a big shot, you know, your dream girl She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world She's a big shot, you thought you could school her She dissed you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor She's a big shot, she won't touch your ruler She's so beautiful, a cute but cruel looter, user and abuser She's a big shot, your eyes are glued to her behind You know her steeze, but you fall for it every time

Now, what about that popular school kid? The always have-been, always will-be cool kid? The class president valedictorian, A+, star quarterback Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autographs The letter on the jacket, medal around the neck Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep He only dates models, drinks his Summit from the bottle When he walks, he waddles, and he ain't never lost a squabble He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom He's in your life every day, and you can't wait 'til he's gone But daddy owns a business, so it won't be long Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song He got the most expensive clothes and jewerly to wear While you're looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror He walks the halls surrounded by his fan club Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool When he has a party, everyone's invited except you And your crew, and there really ain't nothin' y'all can do He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a school

He's a big shot, thick knot in his wallet Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college He's a big shot, testosterone thirsty Hallway father figure with his masculinity stained on his jersey He's a big shot, I.B. class whiz-kid Braggin' about a big dick, that chick and this chick He's a big shot

My favourite are the rappers, the egotistical bastards The people that never clap for your set, they think you're whacker than them 'cause they're the masters I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme and plaster they jaws shut with a fat verse To him you're a hazard, weak matter, a reason for laughter He's preachin' he's live, but he's only that word backwards After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter Art you'll capture finally But while he breathes, M.C.'s don't even flatter him Add a tad of his acrobatical arrogance To his genetically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles That'll explain why he mean mugs, he told ya' your team sucks Said you was a cream puff and fled Now your dream of chokin' him with that mic cord Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head with that hardcore tear and season and sendin' to therapy He says, 'F**k You!' with clarity, you cry hysterically As he makes a parody of your passion You tell your friends you think he's tight But secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting 'Cause he's an asshole, but you know he's got nice sound You know what else? You're looking at him right now

I'm a big shot, don't front, you know you love me Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me I'm a big shot, hey, you can say I'm a creep But put me in a room with your idols, and I'll make 'em look weak I'm a big shot, shit, can't nobody fade me The only way we can do a song is if somebody pays me I'm a big shot, big shot, big props The best thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop