hatback

Twist my hat back, then im out the door, cracker meet me at the club, make them all go crazy. When I stand I look like im like im peter pan, grab the mic, kick the mic stand, yall never understand the power of my pen, forces in the mind manifesting thicki through my  through my hand. Ye, I tag a Timbo Beat, the drums make my mind go all crazy, but they say D stop, you are too, uh, so "JayZ" all my all my crackerz dance, belt to hold up our pants, Illuminati! lean back, LEAN BACK, tag your it bitch youll never catch to get me back. Lean back, lean back,  A chevy   runnin down all emcees flat,  like they sound in a big speakers, no style, delivery couldnt be weaker, gotta go back to the office  retweek her, n it ill still be shit, Chevy Limes couldve helped you, but you wont ask, so a shit I shall not give. survival of the fittist in this thou shalt not live. But chevy limes is the shit, chevy limes out back, chevy limes .gettin lit. Chevy limes get it get it get it get it getting it i N I aint mad, I aint tryin to be mean, Im just me just grindin  yall stuck in your dream. Me? I gotta lotta nice ladies all dancing all in formation