The Honorable Hakim Dough - Nosebleeds

Been kicking flows
What's it take to make the World Cup
My ten Miss-a-ssippi's is up
I watched mike p juice the world up
NDPNDNT got a taste
And boy Illinois ain't no free lunch
I tip my hat
And take my shoes off at the welcome Matt
Music isn't selling like it use to
And it's hard to turn the tables back
I don't have time for Cain and able raps
The MC who sat by the lake perhaps
Staring at your wave
But now he's waving back
And I am so niel in da grassy Tyson
When I'm rhyming it that it look like I'm pro testing
Takes one to know one 2 microphone checking
Till we Emmy Grammy Oscar Tony famous
Ima spit my game and talk my shit like it's the only language
If my thirst need quenched
I hit the bench and watch the homies playin

Sitting in the nosebleeds
Peeping game
I'ma be a fan till my seats change up...

Till my gang free mane like huey off of boondocks
We sweeping competition like the neighborhood broom shop
Rappers don't want Static with my pen that's how you get your balloon popped
Life is like a Jumbotron
Everydays a new clock
I got respect for those in retros
And tube socks
Lebron, James Worthy
Of a few blocks
Concerts on the concrete
Made arenas out of corners
Making dollars in the fourth quarter
I'm Not your normal street performer
On the road to be an owner
Ballin like I'm muhfking Melo in the garden
Each verse my growth spurt like FrshWaters in the garden
I'm D rose that grew from concrete
When the sky had seemed the farthest
And I'm nice enough to manifest the life I mean to harvest
Seasoned in my reasons Wise enough to be a starter
And My ladies having dreams of being front row with the carters

Sitting in the nosebleeds
Peeping game
I'ma be a fan till my seats change up...

Show business is mo
Business than show
So Be sho to put the business before
If you got the game backwards Q' the L joe
But still know an Ell-Is What propel us
To be David with a free throw
Ice inside my veins
If I fail you would see snow
Colorful when I write, I crash the paint like
Shaq inside a Buick driving stupid
This my lane
You know you in the game
When announcers mentioning your name Heavy
Tweak the way you think if you think we ain't hall of fame ready
From ball and chain to ballin of the chain
Ben a baller in my Madula oblangata
Way before I got a chain
Back when every girl at school had a necklace wit they name
From a boy who was the man
If he bought you something sweet from the concession stand
And brought it to you in the stands

Sitting in the nosebleeds
Peeping game
I'ma be a fan till my seats change up...

Written by:
Charleston Parham

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