Mau Mau
[ Verse 1 - Mr. Muthafuckin' Exquire ]
Nappy headed Nubian
Snap the comb bristles
Triple distilled whisky
Military issued pistols
Discontinued saw
Puking in my rear view
Slut like "ew" but she still gonna fuck us all
Dick half hard, trying to fuck while I roll
I just hit it just to hit it, I ain't even get to cum
Reem stole the phone
He tried to slide off her wedding ring, she noticed
Damn this nigga fucked up everything
Found her old tops
Charge up the car for 93
Fucked up how them niggas never got a ring
I don't trust nobody I only trust me
I got a lesbian broad who only fuck me
Minx made of sasquatch
Front get your ass squashed
Dropped out at 15, still a nigga mad smart
The CIA say my rhymes is a thought crime
The dash between your birth and death is your lifeline
Live and be an outlaw
Die and be a martyr
I ain't working for the rest of my life
That shit's retarded
Philosophy of mau mau
Fuck that kill everything
Screaming fuck the world as my nuclear bomb detonate
All he found was some residue and yellow paint
Grabbing my nuts at the pearly gates
Used to paint my face with soap like The Ultimate Warrior
Shirtless in my draws not knowing that shit was always us
I doubt Jim Hellwig could whip some Zulu ass
Indifferent misfit used the rule of math
Got connects with Hungarian thugs in Budapest
Mostly white collar crime but still them tools'll blast
My father's a plumber, I'm nothing like him
That's that Mario shit I'm more like Bison
That means I'mma live in this bar till my life done
A lot of shit I know, I only write some
[ Verse 2 - Maffew Ragazino ]
Aspired to be unsigned hype as a child
I'm in that bitch now
Cash in cash out records I am a cash cow
Chow's how I chow now
I do all the rapping and my niggas do the pow pow
Move from the gate now
Cash rules everything around me
Small fish in a big pond but crown me or drown me is my mentality
Steel balls and a heart like a rebel from Kenya
Dixie cup full of Jameson blowing gardena
Bitch it's the senior
You can't fit these shoes, busting dope moves out here nigga
Nicky Cruz
My only protection's a cross and a switchblade
But what's the weapon for a few that Martin Luther's faith
I don't turn cheek unless it's on lola
Monroe and if you know her tell her call my motorola
Grown as a soldier
Get it together was my favorite shit
It's still sweet but niggas waiting on some major shit
Fuck that pay me nigga, motherfucker favor shee-it
I'm on that Clay Davis shit, Bill Clinton
Bill Withers, Billy Ocean
I fucks with the Superman but I ain't Jimmy Ocean
They say my wordplay's sick, the flow's lethal
But he's so underground let's be for real people
Who the fuck's underground, man? dead people
Y'all niggas show me some love, give me some head, people
(Brooklyn!)