Clean Up Man

[Cplex]

Jak Progresso. Cplex. Bummy Fresh. Blak Church shit

I'm rookie of the year, check the front page
Upgrade, I don't need The Roots for a big stage
My niggas got me, old style crew shit
Like in the 90's with a DJ behind me
They call us weirdos, cause we rap with weird flows
Well this here bro will still let it go
Fuck was you thinking?
Streets made this man gifted
I just took you somewhere a little different
Nigga should of tracked niggas shit
There's no room to grow, so now that's real nigga shit
Big pussy bitches I call them tolo
No zil in your bag, her nostrils is like an oreo
Send them photography, I show you art bitch
Call it "Some Wonder Thigh", you wrote the book shit
But I'll let you tell it
Pussy wet when my name's mentioned, I love it
Plex hot, I stay bubbling
Stomaching petty beef without the insurance
No room for Geico, Obama Care
Or whatever you trying to throw up in my air, smell the bullshit
I pack my shit, was out of there
Fuck the little gimpy bitch with the green hair

Who dares absolute team that want to send shots, I think no
Thanks for the clothes, music shit I guess
The sneakers without it I'm still Bummy Fresh
I might not blow, but I'm still known
Known enough to still be in control
I write tracks of what I feel
I'm not trying to pay for no record deal
My skills is Ong Bak
I break beats nigga I'm Hip-Hop
You wish to be me
You's a clone causing static like TV
My skills be not enough for you to test
Even if you made a response I wouldn't respect
But you's a man and you got to hold your own
But this piece talks, I'm just in a different time zone
See you when I see you, maybe we can get a beer
No more cheap, what's up in the air
Care if you want, I run rap circles thru you
You see how that sounds difficult
Your stats is just pitiful
I'm the clean up man
Trying to see me on the mic is a miracle