"I Own America Part 1" lyrics
All of you cock-pullers are fronting
Wave your arms around like your some octopus or something
To better ya
For any chick you want, I'm getting her
Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera
Who the one to entertain and fume with?
Who you no-breed humans can't be in the same room with?
Reefer sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet
Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet
Evicted. Why you trying to find shit to lick with?
Even your kids tell you that you ain't shit to Slick Rick
Though you pretend to be glory
I'm number one, that's the end of the story
The black Clark Gable leave you numb
Every single one, fronting on your label is a bum
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This I have to say to you, nothing, other rapper cats
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even if I got deported, I own America
He's so crazy. I smash ripping up the place
Give the mack a taste. I wipe my ass with a rapper face
Cars come to a dead stop
Rain find ways not to drop on my head top
Tycoon rush at the richest
Even my complexion is a must-have to bitches
Even without, car money to budget
I would have the most elegant apartment in the projects
Knahmean? Bitches are in awe OAR
Know that Rick'll put an end to all rapper income
An old-timer, lock up all vagina fills
France nor Italy can fuck with my designer skills
Salting inferior, faulting to where we are
Trying to find fault in superior
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even if I got deported, I own America
You lack the taste hook I'm sticking em with
While degenerate like yourself make our race look ignorant (mm)
And your girlfriend wanna kiss and deploy
'Bout in the groin gets none of this tenderloin
Feet planted on deep black firmament
Bow in the presence of who lead rap permanent
Like a lion rap rips a chunk of kids
You stunk, 'cause mortals ain't shit to conquer
Somebody said new pharaohs have appeared
How when everything I wore ten years ago you wear now?
I coulda murder heard a word out quick Rick stomp it kid
Hung to it, you complete bum to Rick
Source Awards, yeah Rick every seminar
Even make Saddam Hussein tell me where the weapon are (mm-hmm)
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even if I got deported, I own America
Wave your arms around like your some octopus or something
To better ya
For any chick you want, I'm getting her
Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera
Who the one to entertain and fume with?
Who you no-breed humans can't be in the same room with?
Reefer sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet
Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet
Evicted. Why you trying to find shit to lick with?
Even your kids tell you that you ain't shit to Slick Rick
Though you pretend to be glory
I'm number one, that's the end of the story
The black Clark Gable leave you numb
Every single one, fronting on your label is a bum
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This I have to say to you, nothing, other rapper cats
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even if I got deported, I own America
He's so crazy. I smash ripping up the place
Give the mack a taste. I wipe my ass with a rapper face
Cars come to a dead stop
Rain find ways not to drop on my head top
Tycoon rush at the richest
Even my complexion is a must-have to bitches
Even without, car money to budget
I would have the most elegant apartment in the projects
Knahmean? Bitches are in awe OAR
Know that Rick'll put an end to all rapper income
An old-timer, lock up all vagina fills
France nor Italy can fuck with my designer skills
Salting inferior, faulting to where we are
Trying to find fault in superior
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even if I got deported, I own America
You lack the taste hook I'm sticking em with
While degenerate like yourself make our race look ignorant (mm)
And your girlfriend wanna kiss and deploy
'Bout in the groin gets none of this tenderloin
Feet planted on deep black firmament
Bow in the presence of who lead rap permanent
Like a lion rap rips a chunk of kids
You stunk, 'cause mortals ain't shit to conquer
Somebody said new pharaohs have appeared
How when everything I wore ten years ago you wear now?
I coulda murder heard a word out quick Rick stomp it kid
Hung to it, you complete bum to Rick
Source Awards, yeah Rick every seminar
Even make Saddam Hussein tell me where the weapon are (mm-hmm)
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even if I got deported, I own America
Writer(s): 0, Ricky M. L. Walters, Tyrone Fyffe
