Hype
(专辑: All The World's A Stage - 2014)
I'm hyped baby, don't you leave me no more I've got to keep going 'til the
break of the
dawn Oh na na Yo man, I'm hyped I
got my slate wiped Clean, back to following the
dream Back to bitches on my penis Do you see this? Crazy paper on my range up to Venus Rolla J, System Down, Chaka Demus & Pliers Flying higher than the
rest I'll blow my load on these little worldies double fs Blessed, no less than I'd expect These days, I'm arrogant, can't nobody change it Jeez whiz, I'm hyped, I
blaze through the
maze While the
people faze my name, not me though Ey, I
can't be found, like Nemo, he know, she know Everybody here knows But gee he roll with hear no, see no evil We rub our eyes in disbelief, like where's BeeDo? Bad girl, pussy's sweet like treacle Here we go, switching to my over-inflated ego Facetious though, so I
can sit back and laugh At the
non-believers quote My rhyme's a
disciple, scepticism in every note Little kids are Jumping Jim They see that this doesn't drown, does it float Eyes still, they fail to go where my mind goes I
don't fear failure, I
am on a
roll Helping to realise I
am a
prodigy, I'm an anomaly Nobody topping me, nobody stopping me Nobody popping this ego's fuckin left me, [?] Eff off and eff you, I'm Cee Lo Ey, eff you, I'm Cee Lo I'm hyped baby, don't you leave me no more I've got to keep going 'til the
break of the
dawn Oh na na Later, cool for the
gifts we got coz we get the
picture We ain't flinching at the
negs, we just be getting richer Girl, I'm so hyped, I
could kiss ya Obliterate Kate and her sister She fucks me like she hates me She been getting from her mister Eeeee, got a
schlong like a
donkey Hung, my flow's tight for a
honky [?], getting high watching Kung Fu Arigato to my ninjas Yeah, we're the
new John Dillingers Give us any don't floppers we be killing yas Finish 'em with diligence Bunch of fucking idiots, whole crew hideous My team looking like we all making millions Look to fill ya in, I'm a
King, you're a
minion Get on ya knees and beg for mercy at your silliness I'll cut ya motherfucking tongue out I'll put ya lung out Watch ya wheeze until ya sculling air run out, spun-out Faded, you just look jaded, coz I
dare say it I
don't care if they dismay, if they slay If they pay no credit, no radio edit Call me a
medic coz I'm ill You got a
headache high memories stick byte-freestyling on the
beat Coz I
don't have the
time to write Just giz my Grammy Giz my Grammy motherfucker! I'm hyped baby, don't you leave me no more I've got to keep going 'til the
break of the
dawn Oh na na Oh na na Oh na na