Identity Crisis Lyrics

[King Just] Beats don't fail me now, boom bow My style, still on your dial, child Ain't nothing changed but extended alias names Like Mr. Choke Armstrong, if you talking flames Henny Handsome, just in case ya'll niggas drink Hannibal Smith, plans come together when a nigga think Optimus Shine, I got to gets mine Captain Hook, I guess they scared of my rhymes Bumpy Johns, they putting clamps on me AKA Chokemon, buy your own fucking weed Bad apple seed, that bad ass in me Stone Cold Gold, hang with Ted DiBiase This is basketball, I'll be slamming to win My government will be age in the answer, answering Or what about football, you would call me Barry With a hundred yards, 4 touchdowns and 40 carries Carlton Banks, my shit don't stank The nigga with the mink buying me drinks Loose like the Linx, cousin'll jinx And when I get paid, I'mma buy me a panther and dye the shit pink That's how I think, gats go with G.I. Joe For you chickens Deuce Bigalow, Male Gigalo, yo Drunken Monk backward jumpyard funk Asking MC's how many lumps you want? One, two, you couldn't show me the money Fred G. Sanford of rap, you big dummy Fast food junkie, high school flunky Niggas don't like me and the kids still bug me Shit starting, uh-um, beg you pardon Protest through your projects like Al Sharpton Step ya game up, get the green up from Medina They call me "Oats" I got Cream of Wheat to hit farina Oh-7-40, that's the beemer on the beeper He looking good as the driver, that's how I keep her Treat her like a prostitute, I thought I passed that So be in mine, fuck around and get they ass capped Smash that, industry rhymes I can see through my left eye, that I'm a R.J. Rise Suprise, no guys can break these tides Arnold Schwarzenegger, seduce you with 'true lies' From the battle of the beats or the belly of the beast Big chief ganja leaf saying "peace, peace, peace, peace"King Just - Identity Crisis - http://motolyrics.com/king-just/identity-crisis-lyrics.html