You First - Rapper Big Pooh, Quelle Chris, OH No

This is dope by the caseload

Champagne popping

Plastic in the locker room

Niggas ain’t stopping

Parades down Main Street

Biggie on the radio

Greatest that you ever seen or heard

But you don’t hear me though

Drop top presidential

Detour residential

Extenuating circumstance making confidential

Racks of the ticker tape

Losers here to demonstrate

Pick a sign, form a line

Watch you try and keep it straight

Break through, take 2

Mind start to levitate

Nap for an hour or so

Wake up, meditate

Medicate

Heart starts to palpitate

Blood pressure fluctuate

Flour on the paper plate, Tony

20 20 inch screens watch my every move

And they watching yours too

So what’s the use of being phony?

Gold nugget, no gold chain

Go David Blaine

I wonder what Ma$e saw that made him wanna change

Now

See my life, highlight music

Every line, take the yellow highlight to it

Every page turned gets a four from the famous

Trying to bind this hard cover for consumption for the jaded

Now

It’s written in the stars, written on the walls too

If you gonna stall, give it up now

It’s bigger than the law

Blare it in the cars too

I need to slow it down

Lift it up now

Shit didn’t happen overnight son

Muscled my way in

I like mines combined like muscle bound saiyans

For writing rhymes on lines in spiral bound books

To typecasting rappers

Who the fuck you think you playing bro?

Save the miscalculations for the mans bro

You really can’t tell me anything I don’t already know

And all your favorite rappers think I’m really dope

So people see me out and think I’m rich but bro, I’m really broke

That’s 100, I could lie and tell you otherwise

And that’s my humble, still look flier than most other guys

I reside

Somewhere between five star

Old genius til they hanging from my old penis

And young teethers like «You got a cold flow, senior»

Heavy rain that scatter pockets of the brain

Wonder what MCA saw that made him wanna change