This Or That Lyrics - Rhythmatic Eternal King Supreme - Reks

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha 

(Am I a good man?) 

Yo 

(Am I a fool?) 

Am I a fool, y'all? 

Yo, nigga this, nigga that 

A nigga rap circles 'round the map 

Rap circles 'round these rap cats 

You are now in tuned to the facts 

The innovations in a state of lax 

My click clack tongie attack tracks 

Like Rihanna spreads gonorrhea 

Chris Brown beats the blacks on her peeper 

Give me freedom of speech to speak either 

That'll send these MC's to meet Aaliyah 

Free my flow, fever my soul seeker 

Little more they T-Pain and Wayne in my speaker 

My brain's in bleechers, thinkin with the fans 

Reks defeats his stretch like Lil' Kim's features 

Or Superhead's cheek, for the rappers that are weak 

All these rappers over beats, scary as jeepers creepers 

Jesus piece took 'cause you look hard 

But shook his knees like Yung Berg or Bow Wow divas 

Nigga this, nigga that 

A nigga rap circles 'round the map 

Rap circles 'round these rap cats 

You are now in tuned to the truth, when Reks in the booth 

Freedom is met and necessary hourly for you 

Bewary when R. Kelly in the buildin' 

He peein' on the chil'ren, peein' on the chil'ren 

Nigga this, nigga that 

A nigga rap circles 'round the map 

Rap circles 'round these rap cats 

You are now in tuned to the facts, Reks the black Aristotle 

With bottles of beer in the backpack 

I follow the cheers of the stairs to the stage 

Had it up to here with the ways 

Where cool kids turn to men in days 

These fuckin' hipsters spits are fakes 

And tight pants for girls or gays 

Mama, I chew when your son spit rage 

Y'all still slaves tryin' to be free like 106 chicks suckin' Jay 

Make you gargle grenades, covered in semen from Aids 

Cover razor blades in your lemonade 

Y'all are Flavor Flav, hypin but your, writin fugaze 

My mic shall ignite a blaze 

Simon say, shoot yourself in the face 

Fuckin disgrace! Uh huh uh huh! 

Nigga this nigga that, check, yo! 

Nigga this, nigga that 

A nigga rap circles 'round the map 

Rap circles 'round these rap cats 

Someone tell these dudes to rap 

Over statik seleck beats, I'm too deep to be dumb to fact 

I come from the tracks where they slumber and slackin' 

Reks suggest you shut your motherfuckin' trap 

'Cause you don't rap you advertisin' 

Clothin' lines and since when is that dope rhymin' 

You screamin' no homo, but that's so homo 

Such a no, no, please swallow the fo' fo' 

Someone tell Kanye West to keep his clothes on 

And if Wayne E.T.ish than tell him phone home 

Nigga this, nigga that 

A nigga rap circles 'round the map 

Rap circles 'round these rap cats 

With they slave mind state fact 

Their crime rates increasin' police policin' Diddy's and 50's 

Inner city gang where you chase American dreams 

It's where you get chased by badge and the high beams 

My dreams to awake and find fiends 

Dressed in three piece suits, addicts livin' they life clean 

But I mean, this ain't 'gon happen, be happy it seems 

We free dumb, um, I mean 

Not to disrespect teens who chase black cream 

But black cream bloody from the backs of black teens 

Like Emmitt till we get it we sing, we sing, we sing 

Am I a good man? Am I a fool? 

Am I a good man? Am I a fool? 

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