Super Bobby - Shadow Walking

Walk up in the boof, magic like poof, beat get ya hotter than a Canada Goose
Mouth full of juice, can full of sauce, hand on my balls like she giving out coughs
Arms in the air like a female assist, tweet that out I'll be there in a jiff, come to Cancun
You'll see me on a cliff, a head of my time I been chillin with Biff
I been the kid since the man of steel, super in the booth with the chamomile

I come through and I do my tour
I get hit with a 2x4
I'm half ugly. Half Handsome
I Hold the mic like some kids they hold handguns

Jeff L. Half rapper half model. I'm the shit like I'm lactose intolo
On a rant like I hit the flask and the bottle
All you other rappers plastic and hollow
Jeff L where you at when the beat drop
I'm on a look out more than a peacock
On the rise like a knee sock
More snaps than the cats down a NESOP
We rock more than a kid in a bassinet
I'm in a Ford rocking Lorde and we blasting it
I'm talking Green Light, I'm higher than beam lights
You like Christ I like beans and rice

No no no, no Ad libs, I told man, we gotta talk
We gotta plan this, cuz I got a magical voice, you know that...
Say something magical. Magical? I mean, no, my, style of my voice is magical...
MONEY to put it in your terminology - dude I just recorded...
I just recorded that, you're fucked - oooh nooo

DAMN, it's the man in the flesh, I could spit a fuckin' rhyme that'll damage your chest
And I do it all the time, and my man can contest, I got the band in the van and we do it the best
I'm at a janitors desk I'm doing my best I got my hand in the nest, the feet sand is the best
Fuck America, I take a Mic and I tear it up, you get on stage and embarrass us
You got fruity loops? I got Lew and some flutes, in the back like caboose
Like Jay Z and Papoose I'm lazy and aloof your favorite dude in the group
The saber tooth in the booth I take a poop on these troops

Can't stop now... cuz I'm gunna come through like whaaaaaattt!

Yo I'm back at it, spit till I'm asthmatic, silk in the fabric, I'll like Bob Saget
4 Star Zagat cookin' up a dagger, Lew in the back with his finger in the batter
There ain't nothin like him, there ain't no one nicer, we makin' moves like claymation Geisha
Coupla dudes in the caves we iced in. We keep it nice and cozy like a Bison!

Written by:
Jeff Ledell

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