Silly Lyrics - Death Of A Pop Star - David Banner

Yeah, live and direct, it's your boy 9thmatic 

King of N.C., True School, nice set it 

Jay-Z, Mary Blige, Erykah the credit 

Read between the lines 

I said it, I meant it 

And as long as I'm getting paper then it's all copacetic 

Yeah, it's Cadillac if it's money on deck 

Checks I'm into balling 

The beat tape brawler 

Make the beat fall back 

Early in the morning 

Get your game up cause 

It's early in the quarter and I'm just getting started 

New jacks getting respect from true cats 

I just call it bad news beck 

So what I'm in it for 

I come highly recommended, folk 

Grab spinning gwap, what it's hittin' fo' 

9th Wonder, once again, now I'm signing off 

True School, JAMLA, Academy 

And I'm the boss 

Who gave Clifford Harris rubber bands 

Heat from Wayne Carter ass 

Maurice, Young Thug, Holiday, look I'm just saying 

Why you put your name before your beat and don't thank me 

I did Tip Drill 

Slide the cards through your ass cheeks 

Ask me if you don't get a beat from LC or PD 

Then your mp3's weak 

Lavell Crump or Patrick Douthit 

David Banner, 9th Wonder 

Big Face is the clique, trick 

YEAH