Post by Cam3leon on Aug 1, 2005 17:26:28 GMT -5
My rappin’s spasmodic like I’m throwing a fit/
Same as attracting a crack addict, fans don’t know when to quit/
So don’t push me cause I’m already close to the edge/
Or ask for friendship like when you saw me posting my checks/
I blend into any setting; that’s why I’m the Cam3leon/
Flying higher than Cloud Nine like I was made out of helium/
I’m feeling the ladies in stereo/
So forget Virgos! Won’t you come and chill out with the Aries, yo?/
Me quitting the game would take a miracle preferably/
Kinda like getting Ciara to come and two-step with me/
And the odds are about one in a billion/
If I’m thinking of dipping it low with Ms. Christina Milian/
And I know that sounds so dismal/
But these chicks tickle-me-pinker than Pepto Bismal/
Now back to the subject at hand: we get the public to dancing/
Spend the crowd like it was a couple of grants/
Me and Syxx are hotter than Tabasco Sauce/
So if you wonder who fired you up, don’t even ask your boss/
Our rhymes skills could blow up minefields so keep your eyes peeled/
If you ain’t feeling this line, then consider it time killed/
Not from Houston but I got you “chopped and screwed”/
Your priorities swapped, like you’re trying to mop with brooms/
I mock monsoons with my ability to flood the block/
The roof blazer that tinkers sprinklers soon as the club gets hot/
Don’t carry a big stick, I just speak softly/
But I build enough heat to leave the streets talking/
And if you think I'm limited to Ebonics, you’re dead wrong/
‘Cause I’ll flip the script faster than Sonic the Hedgehog/
Whether to the game I'm just a cartoon or heaven-sent is irrelevant/
Cuz fresh outta the darkroom is a new development
Same as attracting a crack addict, fans don’t know when to quit/
So don’t push me cause I’m already close to the edge/
Or ask for friendship like when you saw me posting my checks/
I blend into any setting; that’s why I’m the Cam3leon/
Flying higher than Cloud Nine like I was made out of helium/
I’m feeling the ladies in stereo/
So forget Virgos! Won’t you come and chill out with the Aries, yo?/
Me quitting the game would take a miracle preferably/
Kinda like getting Ciara to come and two-step with me/
And the odds are about one in a billion/
If I’m thinking of dipping it low with Ms. Christina Milian/
And I know that sounds so dismal/
But these chicks tickle-me-pinker than Pepto Bismal/
Now back to the subject at hand: we get the public to dancing/
Spend the crowd like it was a couple of grants/
Me and Syxx are hotter than Tabasco Sauce/
So if you wonder who fired you up, don’t even ask your boss/
Our rhymes skills could blow up minefields so keep your eyes peeled/
If you ain’t feeling this line, then consider it time killed/
Not from Houston but I got you “chopped and screwed”/
Your priorities swapped, like you’re trying to mop with brooms/
I mock monsoons with my ability to flood the block/
The roof blazer that tinkers sprinklers soon as the club gets hot/
Don’t carry a big stick, I just speak softly/
But I build enough heat to leave the streets talking/
And if you think I'm limited to Ebonics, you’re dead wrong/
‘Cause I’ll flip the script faster than Sonic the Hedgehog/
Whether to the game I'm just a cartoon or heaven-sent is irrelevant/
Cuz fresh outta the darkroom is a new development