IN SEARCH OF LOST LOOSIES

You don't got fans, motherfucker you got hostages Don't hurt yourself now, find some hot water and lozenges The secret is out, who the skeleton in my closet is The fucker before you who learned exactly what Composite is These rappers never growing up Acting hard like Tony Leung Camera got them looking tough They Chinese bootlegs in the cut I do the work, you're doing stunts Jackie Chan and Sammo Hung Though we all know that I'm the one That grip the mic like nunchucks son You Ricky Ricardo, I give them Richard Ramirez You say that you're from el barrio They seen you crying at recess You that you're a lothario Mommy picks up your Kleenex You're just another no sabo that couldn't spit it in ingles Rapping about the iron when your shit is straight anemic Man you couldn't lift a pencil if you did telekinesis While I'm writing up these rhymes like it's my motherfucking thesis Now I'm going to play the bridge Because I just sent you back to Jesus, kid I was fat as a kid, I had to earn my respect That's why I talk all my shit Yeah, it makes me eat less I was cracking them lids when I'd start to feel stressed Now I'm peeling their wigs when the play button's pressed And the whip scrape the floor the way I stuff my face My girl's thick, it's okay, my dick can take weight My fridge full, I don't trip if she a day late I break thin boys like toothpicks and fix them a plate I've always dreamt about recording all this poetry I do this shit so smoothly it's like blowing on the bodhi tree You do this for celebrity, you're nothing but a ho to me So put away the contract because there's nothing you can show to me I do this for the child who was staring at the ceiling Who had downloaded a file to his Sansa and was feeling This thing that they called hip hop kept the loneliness away His parents never played it but it read like Ruben Blades Now I'm breaking mics like I break motherfucking book spines DJs wait in line because they all know that I can cook mines Rappers always whine because their makeup doesn't look right Please don't waste my time unless you can write a fucking hook, alright In search of lost loosies, I was up on Telefunken when they all were buying Stussy Every time I rap I leave an outline on the pavement So try not to forget that English just my second language, bitch