Watermelon Lyrics

Watermelon lyrics

I express like an interstate

Hyper when I ventilate

My rap pieces penetrate and infiltrate your mental state

Just to reiterate

That I innovate

Bonin' broads when they men estruate



I spend a great time with the rhyme

More than I did any female

I derailed your train of thought

Because your brain was caught

On some other man's thinking

Now your third eye is blinking



My rhymes be kicking

Like a brother's breath be stinking

I get funky for sure while your 'sniff' unsure

If you got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw

This track was a broad

I'd be bonin' the shit out of it



Bang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her

Probably some scratch clothes and some J's

I got six thousand ways to rhyme, choose one

I stand out like a nigga on a hockey team

I got goals and I can like a pop machine

I come clean



Like a fiend in Chi, I'm down with rehab

My stutter styles crazy

'Cause that's right, we bad, we bad

Prior to Richard I was that crazy nigga

'Cause I kick ass

And when I wreck other rappers be like Whiplash!



It's like I come, I come to the party in a B-boy stance

I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance

It's like I come I come to the party in a b-boy stance

I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance



Me without a lyric, is like a nigga without a beeper

I'm a blow this shit out 'cuz I'm the joint like reefer

If Barry White was in the mob

I still would be deeper

'Cause I had lyrics back when I used to run with Keyvin



MC's step to me, butt-ass naked like "What's up?"

I said, "You know you done fucked up

Now I'm sayin', "You know you done fucked up"

Everybody that here be say, I'm Jams like the NBA

'Cause I'm on fire

If I was a Michelan I wouldn't tire



It's funny how time flies

Well, I'm as fly as time

I don't believe in role models but if I do then I'm mine

I make brothers say, "True"

They be you and be like fiction

I want 'spect and dead presidents like Richard Nixon



I'm a coach not a player

Not a gay M.C., I'm straighter

My style is similar to AIDS

You can F with it now

But catch you later



You can't touch this 'cuz this is what I'm feelin' bro

I'm the man, you need me, I'll be on the fifth flo'

Just chillin'

Even if it's played out it's not the word to play so peace

I'm out to Dirty Burgers, I'ma give my change to Reese