This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup, yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
DTP's about that bomb shit
Luda
When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blast
Your flow's garbage, I throw it in the trash
I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit
Rewind the verse, make the track do a back flip
Your speakers poppin' on a handstand
They sneak dissin' niggas, throwin' little jabs like Bam Bam
But I'm a bad man, they amateurs like at Apollo
I wipe 'em off the stage like Sandman
Damn, man, what the hell you smokin' on?
It's Ludacris, I got more cheese than provolone
And the chrome is home, so I'm never home alone
And only keep friends with two X chromosomes
So I command all these rappers, put the mic down
Throw a grenade in your mouth, nigga, bite down
Because I'm back with Premo on the track
Takin' it to the essence, showin' niggas how to rap
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup, yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
DTP's about that bomb shit
Luda
Still hungry as the day I began, I heat the booth up so much
The engineer caught a mothafuckin' tan
I'm the truth when it comes to it (true)
I hold hip-hop for hostage, since 2000, I put a gun to it
And I run through it, like a Jamaican Bolt
And every day's a vacation on Jamaican smoke
Cloud your whole block, talk shit and hear the fo' pop
One, two and it don't stop
And my delivery's invadin' your vicinity
Hennessy is my remedy, taking shots like Kennedy
And I been a G for a long time
To these streets, I'm connected like I'm online
On time for whatever
And every time an album drop, I drop BIG like Voletta
I'm ahead of the competition, they wishin' I just fade off
My career for your life, let's trade off
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup, yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
DTP's about that bomb shit
Luda
Eight years in the game, ain't a damn thing changed (nope)
So I brought it back to one of the tracks
Of where the damn thing came
And he goin' down in history, 'cause he don't sleep
And he the first southern rapper on a Premo beat
I ate the kick and the snare, the samples always taste fine
And I shoot a hot sixteen from the baseline
I'm on point like CP3
And I'll be goin' down in rap as the MVP (word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup, yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
DTP's about that bomb shit
Luda
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup, yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
DTP's about that bomb shit
Luda
When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blast
Your flow's garbage, I throw it in the trash
I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit
Rewind the verse, make the track do a back flip
Your speakers poppin' on a handstand
They sneak dissin' niggas, throwin' little jabs like Bam Bam
But I'm a bad man, they amateurs like at Apollo
I wipe 'em off the stage like Sandman
Damn, man, what the hell you smokin' on?
It's Ludacris, I got more cheese than provolone
And the chrome is home, so I'm never home alone
And only keep friends with two X chromosomes
So I command all these rappers, put the mic down
Throw a grenade in your mouth, nigga, bite down
Because I'm back with Premo on the track
Takin' it to the essence, showin' niggas how to rap
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup, yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
DTP's about that bomb shit
Luda
Still hungry as the day I began, I heat the booth up so much
The engineer caught a mothafuckin' tan
I'm the truth when it comes to it (true)
I hold hip-hop for hostage, since 2000, I put a gun to it
And I run through it, like a Jamaican Bolt
And every day's a vacation on Jamaican smoke
Cloud your whole block, talk shit and hear the fo' pop
One, two and it don't stop
And my delivery's invadin' your vicinity
Hennessy is my remedy, taking shots like Kennedy
And I been a G for a long time
To these streets, I'm connected like I'm online
On time for whatever
And every time an album drop, I drop BIG like Voletta
I'm ahead of the competition, they wishin' I just fade off
My career for your life, let's trade off
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup, yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
DTP's about that bomb shit
Luda
Eight years in the game, ain't a damn thing changed (nope)
So I brought it back to one of the tracks
Of where the damn thing came
And he goin' down in history, 'cause he don't sleep
And he the first southern rapper on a Premo beat
I ate the kick and the snare, the samples always taste fine
And I shoot a hot sixteen from the baseline
I'm on point like CP3
And I'll be goin' down in rap as the MVP (word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup, yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
DTP's about that bomb shit
Luda
Lyrics submitted by hornbogen34
MVP Lyrics as written by Chris Martin Christopher Bridges
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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