World Renown - How Nice I Am

Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am

My words live between the bars of the page
And they set free when I release on stage
My raps just froze, from days of old
And my butter hit the book with ink
Until the whole pen sink
It's Seven Shawn, a relic from a lost place
I kick raps, that is a North baby's off wage
Just in case the crabs don't understand the rhyme
But they keep the scoop
Go on a square root of forty-nine
I give a sharp math attack, like a box cutter
So nice, make precise, cuttin' the butter
Smooth brother, heat up in the reptile
I get a pen and pad and write down bad rhymes
Wicked one time for the mind, that's what I see
Stay the same, never do I run game on my people
Hot like the sauna, Seven's the rhyme owner
When I rock, I make brothers flock just like a corner
Wanna melt the butter down into the depths of her king sips
Words on my lips sink ships
I mean hips of honey bitches start to spazz and speak
Make 'em drop and shake, and make their knees get weak
Okay, rub it in like Bengay, then say
Squeak and bam, teach it like a damn sensei
Slice and bash, I'm like weed or the hash
I make your high last by completing my task

Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am

When my mentality flips, you better run
Straight to the West, smack dead in the sun
Because I make it hot like a known drug plot
And John won't let up until I get my props
Facin' reality, many can't grasp
You better jet past, I'm comin' for that ass with the reel or real
I don't have to pack steel
Bitch, I'm outstanding like Shaquille O'Neal
When I leave morasses, I muster, maintain
Stress piles up leavin' sores on my brain
But I keep a level head and a way to sidetrack
Where I'm at?
In my ghetto, deep into my raps
'Cause when I think back and I look at the times
Pitchin' nickel, dimes, doin' petty crimes
Rush to get old, I was bold
Threw myself into the world, no coat, it was cold
By all means necessary kept me above
Had to hit the cream to support my one love
Threw on my camouflage, blended in the streets
Doin' wrong acts just to make ends meet
But as the clock tick, came wisdom to see
Understandin' my third eye master me
Now the black market is my target of attack
Yo, my peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
Let's wreck

Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am

Written by:
John E. Smith, Keithshawn Octavin Williams, Kevin Maurice Hansford

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Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC

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