Symphony

Album: Shock Value II (2009)
  • Aye, I was mean
    Before I became a feign
    I took over the world
    When they gave me a beat machine
    And then I made my city jump, jump
    Who's your favorite producer?
    Come on baby, let it bump, bump
    I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the zone
    A typhoon every time I can hold a song
    A tycoon, I just went and brought another home
    Who you stunting on? I'm never off
    I set it off like you was never home
    Was dedicated, bop bop
    Lit up my way, bounce bounce
    Anyway I want, private jet, get it out
    Will bread do? You know what Tim about?
    Ferrari 599, windows tinted out
    I, I, I'm the man, my, my beats is crazy
    You want the sound, freaky freaky you gotta pay me
    But don't get it confused
    Never had no silver spoon
    But you gotta long walk
    Try and fit Timbaland's shoes
    And next up

    I'm a lead that's me (ay, what's your name?)
    D.O.E on the M.I.C (and where you from?)
    N.Y.C, make a billion G

    Why don't you get on the mic
    For the symphony (Okay, okay)

    When you see me walk through, got the whole crew
    Timbaland, he produced, if you're a fruit, produce
    Riding it in the old school
    Living like I'm old school
    She french kissed my neck
    And then I told her merci voux cou
    Put it in your bag, no baby I ain't fat
    When I fuck you it's a wrap
    I'm a put you in the cab
    Better be happy I rap
    If I wasn't I'd be trapped with the mass
    And I, and I'm coming for your stash
    When I find out where you at
    I'll be shimmying your lock
    Get the fuck up out your bed
    You better give me what you got
    Want your money, money, money, money
    Blind like there's no money, oh gotta go money
    And his pocket's fully drained
    And he's back to nothing change

    And I'd wish he'd come run up on me
    He gone find that he'd done made the wrong move

    I ain't changed, still the same
    D.O.E be the name
    I'm from north side queens
    Next up

    Ha, ay yo, believe that's me
    (And what's your name?) Bran'Nu A.K.A Brandy
    (And where you from?) Mississippi
    But was raised in Cali

    Why don't you get on the mic
    For the symphony (I got it, I got it ha)

    It's been a long time coming, I'm back
    Like I forgot something important
    Hey, have a problem with me?
    I've faded to black like church slacks
    Now I'm in a range, no Cadillac
    So you don't want it with me
    I'm on the tip of your tongue like bubble gum
    I got you head strung
    It's my return like the kingdom come
    I'm taking off like a rocket
    I got this beat in my pocket
    I keep your heart dropping (Bran'Nu)
    Never gonna hold me back
    Timbo put me on the map
    Now you wanna say I act brand new
    Just like my Pradda boots
    Strutting like a model do
    Don't you wish you had another chance to
    Get up under my skin
    Fronting like you getting in it
    You keep running your mouth like them frogs do
    I gotta learn, you like a school dude
    Cause clearly you don't have a clue
    So next up

    Yeah, ay yo believe that's me
    (And what's your name?) Attitude on the M.I.C
    (And where you from?) Alabama be the bigger G

    And why don't you get on the mic
    For the symphony (okay)

    All this dope shit never mediocre
    Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toaster
    On my side, pride leashing, it's over
    Come to fly to drive, I'm a need a chauffeur
    I get a whole lot of, like a G's supposed to
    They can put me in the fed for what's in my sofa
    Rap, wait, smack 'em if they say a part
    Diss me, I'll put the ratchet
    On you and your fading heart
    I know that man never thought that it could happen
    Got my shit on and then I hoped in the Aspen
    Every chick I cash in, bigger pain in the ass and
    Better new freak, she thicker then the last one
    Naw I ain't never homie, music is my passion
    I ain't show compassion at all, I be fucking
    Yelling I'm the shit, if you with nobody's asking
    Oh I'm on fire like the shit in the ass man
    That's why I stay soaked on player
    Like how we are fucking up the ozone layer
    I drop a hit every time I got some shit to say
    And If I miss I come back like a ricochet Writer/s: TIMOTHY CLAYTON, LESLIE JEROME HARMON, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY, JOHN M. MAULTSBY, BRANDY NORWOOD, KEITHIN JAMAL PITTMAN, JAMES DAVID WASHINGTON
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, BMG Rights Management, INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC C/O SOVEREIGN MUSIC, ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP
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