Outstanding

Dynamic, articulate, perceptive, courageous, outspoken
Just a few of the adjectives that so in adequately describe

Ahem, Mr. D. Carter
From out the deep water
Thank the lord for my voice, the beat, and the recorder
Now pick an alphabet and you're z'ing
While I'm up trying to be the best MC'in
Now let me in, I got my key in
And with them alphabets, I never used p-e-n
But I gotta lotta paper
But a lot ain't enough, so I got an occupation
Gotta bring the bacon, straight to the kitchen table
Homie if your girl pregnant, you should kiss her naval
Cause you probably won't live, to see the motherfucking cradle
Your past left a scar, and the future's looking fatal
You can't be sorry, you gotta be a savior
Gotta be the bread winner, so go rob the bread maker
When they put your homey to sleep, it's gotta be a wake up
You move in the hood, then you gotta meet the neighbors, damn
Bitch get off me
I'm the little ass nigga, known as big homie
The killas is balling, the niggas is targets
The snitches is talking, but this is New Orleans
I love what I got, I'm just living the moment
I ain't dying just yet, I'll take a shit in the coffin
I already know how to piss in the toilet
I'm tryin to get the pot to piss in in the morning
I never fall back, I'd rather go forward
And when I come through you betta duck like Howard
Because I got power, just like a forward
I come through the lane, and straight dunk like Stoude
Mire, Amare reminds me of I, uh
He's a Pheonix sun and I am fire
Dis-re-spect and I spit fire
To your neck and back like you are Khia
DJ White Owl

Hey
Now would you light that blunt
Promethazine please
Now bitch look at me like a set of t.v.'s
I'm just trying to live out my destiny, please
Let me do me, I got the recipe, feed
I'm all about my bread, like a sesame seed
Big dog talking, check the pedigree, flees (HaHa)
And I ball like every team
And I got, every girl having sex with me dreaming
My heart is in the dirty but the rest of me's clean
I jump for Hollygrove like a trampoline fiend
And I rock ya bells like a tambourine, bing
Jewelry shining like blush, Maybelline bling
Red Giants jersey if you know what I mean
Give me Plaxico Burress, number 17
One circle, three fingers is the theme
And young money motherfucka is the team