What Up World

[Intro:]
I'm back
I've been in the lab sharpening up my swords motherfuckers
Guess who learned some shit?
Y'all thought it was all cake and ice cream?
(Yo!)

[Verse 1:]
What up world? My name is Mr. Nice Guy
I got them tight rhymes coming through the mic live
Chase my dreams till them motherfuckers life-size
Ain't afraid to risk it all and let a pair of dice fly
And I be placing my bets
And even with the odds against me I be makin 'em sweat, Check
Not the best or the baddest in the game
I just wanna make my music and be happy that I hang
Bang! Y'all is fakin', makin' voices hard, you want that raw shit?
Find me at the oyster bar
I'm just bein me, tell me what my choices are
I just wanna rap, have fun and play the course for par
I'm not a thug but, on the beat I pack heat
Y'all some last week rappers on a trap beat
Half you cats are fuckin' whack if you ask me
Do a show and still got all them lyrics in your track weak

Actin' like my dick is bigger than Shaq's feet
So dirty I haven't showered since last week

[Verse 2:]
I wrote this album just to show you that I got bars
I'm not a whack rapper, wannabe pop-star
I'm not frontin' or fakin', I'm not jokin' or japin'
I keep stuntin' homey, hopin' I make it
I keep the skill so cold, home grown in the basement
Ask Spose since '04 been rollin for greatness
I don't know why I talk about the haters in my jams
Cos I'd probably make more money if I catered to my fans
Damn, Cam's a whack soft gimmick
Got more fans outta state than you cats got in it
Rappers act hard, but they lack authentic
Treat rap like NASA and blast off with it
Hacksaw, Jim Duggan duckin' with that two by
Copped a Subaru and now I'm crusin' in my new ride
Who am I? Another nerd or a geek
Mr. Nice Guy homey, came to murder the beat

I'm like the spurs how I'm servin' the heat
I rep the burbs till I'm heard in the street