Thought I would write a new rap that could be just a little better than the last if you ain't hearing my words maybe I am just going to fast cause your gonna be the left in the past
I'm ripping it up and reversing it never having to rehearse it cause I been crazy way before Jay Z bit me and gave me rabies and I got more hooks than little nas in a wonder bra cuz I'm the T D O DOUBLE G Y DO DOUBLE G YOU SEE you can't see me I'm faster than John Cena slower than a box of rocks throw you off the dock with a box of rocks tied to your shoe and your through
I' m making stacks off the rack while your doing hand stands on your back smoking crack and that's weak inbred tracks Jack cuz I got the E on this beat now you have to retreat OUTY FIVE THOUSAND G!!!!!
[Intro: Piano melody, slow rhythm, building tension]
[Verse: Timi]
I'm the T D O DOUBLE G Y, hear my rap,
Ripping it up, reversing it, never rehearse,
Crazy way before Jay Z bit me, gave me rabies,
Got more hooks than Little Nas in a wonder bra, see.
[Pre-Chorus: Building tension, slight pause]
Maybe you ain't hearing my words, going too fast,
But you'll be left in the past, that's a fact.
[Chorus: Emotional outburst, full of tension]
Can't see me, I'm faster than John Cena,
Slower than a box of rocks, throw you off the dock,
Tied to your shoe, and you're through,
Making stacks off the rack, while you're weak.
[Interlude: Bass drop, rhythm intensifies]
[Verse: Timi]
Smoking crack, that's weak inbred tracks, Jack,
Got the E on this beat, now you have to retreat,
OUTY FIVE THOUSAND G, feel the heat.
[Pre-Chorus: Building tension, slight pause]
Your handstands on your back, that's a crack,
But I'm the king, hear my rap, never slack.
[Chorus: Emotional outburst, full of tension]
Can't see me, I'm faster than John Cena,
Slower than a box of rocks, throw you off the dock,
Tied to your shoe, and you're through,
Making stacks off the rack, while you're weak.
[Bridge: Emotional progression, deeper tension]
Crazy way before Jay Z, gave me rabies,
Got more hooks, feel the tension, hear my cries.
[Chorus: Emotional outburst, full of tension]
Can't see me, I'm faster than John Cena,
Slower than a box of rocks, throw you off the dock,
Tied to your shoe, and you're through,
Making stacks off the rack, while you're weak.
[Outro: Piano melody, slow rhythm, releasing tension]