A Little Bit Of Shhh

Yeah, is this mic on? Right…

Ahem – little shhh for the MC please… (thank you)

Yo, I ain't…featherweight nor bantamweight

Cause the only thing I be is…heavyweight

Let me demonstrate, lyrically decorate

Check out the vibe, um, that I create

You want me to stop – well, it's too late

Want me to flop? Haha – never mate

Never hesitate to drop the mic –

I never…hesitate to do what I like

Never hesitate to pick up a fight

At the things right challenging my vibe

"Continue?" Yes, I'm sure

Get off my lyric and get a big roar

Will leave you sore like a beat up whore

All eyes them after a ten pound draw

Fighting lyrics was against the law

Be lame right now when the girl's so flawed

Eating bread and water

My living went out to slaughter

With an order:

Have you come to a decision?

"Yes, she's going to…" (oh shit!)

Don't send me there

The beef for my living just to get you; know what?

Don't really care: write what I like

So you better prepare

Oh, yeah, be aware

Yo, a little bit of "Shhh…" for me

A little bit of quiet for the MC

A little bit of "Shhh…" for me:

Make way for the S. O. V

A little bit of "Shhh…" for me

Now shut your mouth for the MC

A little bit hush for me

Right now: it's the S. O. V

Right, haha

Don't joke with us small folk

Yo, I've had one nightstand

What you think of mic stands?

Right now, how it sounds: I got very hard hands (oww…)

An acoustic band on hand, all the time

All my fans, I'm in trouble (uh-oh)

That sound pollution man got down

Well, I make up noise like pots and pans

They should put my voice in an ice cream van

That way the streets won't be bland

Big-headed? No. Confident? Yes

I must confess – well, I'm never gonna rest

Well, unless, I don't want to mess

Here comes the press!!

Another damn reporter

Obsessed with my disorder

Diagnosis, please? What's wrong with that girl?

"She's ill!"

Naw, she's sick

Oh my God!! Pianos!! Ahhh!!

(haha) BRRRRRRRR!!

It's cold: there's a new top gyal on road

Running t'ing, running t'ing, running t'ing – everything: oh, you've been told

I requested Shhh and, well, I got it

So, let me carry on this; you sit back and vomit

Some say I'm cheeky like Wallace and Gromit

You know, you can't stop it

Some don't like me

Like the whole Miss Spears and Madonna story:

I'm horny

Just keep writing; surely, you could ignore me

But, then again, if you saw me, you'll adore me (aww!)

Cause I'm so cute and scrawny

Spit on a track and leave it so horny (hmm)

And who taught me? Nobody

I did it all by myself: you can't stop me!

It's O. K., it's alright. You – you can start making some noise now, if you like; you know what I mean, right? I'm not going to go completely off the rail, you know what I mean? Ha, thank you. Hey! {whistle} Alright, calm down, please. Alright now, a little bit of shhh

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