Armageddon [Freestyle]

This is something special
And we gotta bring this back, Green, come on

Countdown to Armageddon, let's go

I got a riddle, what's little and talks big
With midget arms and creamy white fillin' in the middle
That'll do anything to throw dirt on my name
If it means walkin' the whole Mediterranean
Isn't it Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian. no
It's Dave Raymond and oh, Osorio, so sorry, whoa
But that was a long time ago
When I was just Joe Shmoe, rappin' in Joe Blow's basement
I apologized for it before, so
Either accept it or you don't, and let's move on
If I ain't shown that I've grown and get the bone
Keep lickin' these nuts, you industry mutts
Keep walkin' around sniffin' each others butts
Or should I say asses?
What would be the more politically correct term
To use for the masses?
The question I ask is, how can I explain this?
How can I swing this in English language
If I switch the slang and turn man to mane
Do I do it in vain or simply to entertain?
Am I bein' real or am I bein' fake?
Am I just a fraud or am I truly genuine?
Or am I caught up in this hot water, woadie, on my daughter
I told you, I love this culture
Don't let 'em insult ya, I'ma tell you one more 'gain
This is the environment that I was brought up in
But every now and then, I use my pen to get rid of some frustration
Or should I say shun
Is it just another one of my subliminal ways of racism
Your face is numb, your stunned, your look is cold
Like that of a man of seventy some years old
And it only gets colder, which is why I understand
And can't be mad at a forty-four-year-old fan
With a chip on his shoulder who only owns a half of a magazine
And the only way to have it seen
Is to put me on the front of it again
Only thing that makes him grin is to see me frown
Papa cant stand me, papa needs to take his medication and sit the fuck down
In his new chair that goes 'round and 'round
That he bought from new money in his bank account
That I get him every issue when the thang comes out
Sit back and let his puffy clown hair come out
And let his black side arm wrestle his white side
Yell, "Apartheid" loud enough and he might slide
He might find someone dumb enough who might ride
But ain't nobody over here buyin' two white guys
Disguised as pro-Black
There is no slack, far heart for college grad
In a fitted hat and a hunchback
Standin' by the clearance coat rack
In some old slacks and some RSO throwbacks
Yeah, Shady in the place to be, see
And it takes what I got to rock the mic right
Still not gonna cater to these punks
Fuckin' cocksuckin' pussy lips, haters, dicks, cunts