Nothing On Me

[Hook]
When it comes to the punchlines and similes
(You ain’t got nothing on me)
When it comes to the metaphors on killer beats
(You ain’t got nothing on me)
When it comes to the flows and the delivery
(You ain’t got nothing on me)
When it comes to the written or to the spitting frees
(You ain’t got nothing on me)

[Verse 1]
Veteran’s back in it, better than passionate
The health ambassador, my cd’s selling off medicine cabinets
Soothe aches and control flows, the rap sluice gate
Tracks in Cubase to move you like a packed suitcase
Cats is two-faced like when I staring in the mirror kid
My style’s debonair, that’s why I’m preparing to deliver it
We’re livin' in a time where it’s difficult to find heads delivering rhymes that is similar to mine
Have me grabbing mics, standing at the traffic light instead of stage with a “please help me” sign cause all I want is a little change
I rock for the little babes, I rock for the middle aged
I rock for the old and grey listening with a hearing aid
So clear the stage when it’s me on here
There should be a sign “only real emcees on here"
'Cause wack emcees are faker than a weave on here
Get it? Weave? They don’t really belong here

[Hook]
When it comes to the punchlines and similes
(You ain’t got nothing on me)
When it comes to the metaphors on killer beats
(You ain’t got nothing on me)
When it comes to the flows and the delivery
(You ain’t got nothing on me)
When it comes to the written or to the spitting frees
(You ain’t got nothing on me)

[Verse 2]
My first record was Phat Kid, my second was Magic
The 1st rapper to release consecutive classics
Who’s not in it for the cheddar like rats is
Common sensitive rapper, adding common sense to this rap biz
Using pad and pens to share views and to rap sense
Dropping clues on a track for those few that can grasp them
Paid dues to the last cent, I’m so ahead of my time I literally see the future in past tense
So not even a camera can picture this man
A man that can spit 'til a hater switch to a fan
Approach the booth like a witness stand
'Cause I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth in my scriptures damn!
So why listen it liars, this kid is on fire like Richard Pryor
I’m on a roll like Michelin Tires
Spitting physics and science in ma lyrics and rhymes
I’m rockin' it like David and Goliath of biblical times

[Hook]
When it comes to the punchlines and similes
(You ain’t got nothing on me)
When it comes to the metaphors on killer beats
(You ain’t got nothing on me)
When it comes to the flows and the delivery
(You ain’t got nothing on me)
When it comes to the written or to the spitting frees
(You ain’t got nothing on me)

[Verse 3]
I’m a.k.a the Kevin Costner of this emcee world
The difference with me and him is that I came back with a sequel
To set a standard that not many can equal
Me and John is both legends we no ordinary people
Hip Hop’s my 9 to 5, I write rhymes to survive
Some of ya’ll are under qualified and deserve to get fired
I’ll never retire from this business of spitting headlines
Not for a while, I’m stayin like spilling red wine
This has got to be a lesson that I’m not to be tested
With funny punchlines like this was a comedy session
It’s in my jeans to keep you guessing
Probably the best thing to rise in value quicker than property investments
I’ve spent a while and came back with a perfected style
Hip hop's reserve tank son, I go the extra mile
Clearly one of the best to rhyme
Hell so many punch lines
They’re queuing in my mind tryna be the next in line

[Hook]
When it comes to the punchlines and similes
(You ain’t got nothing on me)
When it comes to the metaphors on killer beats
(You ain’t got nothing on me)
When it comes to the flows and the delivery
(You ain’t got nothing on me)
When it comes to the written or to the spitting frees
(You ain’t got nothing on me)