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Run This Town

VERSE ONE
I am, yeah, baby I am, the reason for Zicam
Iʼm making this my jam, you can hate and cry man
or show love, my man
Either way Iʼma run this town like the Heisman
Drop the bass, Iʼma lower my diaphragm
Keep it hot, make it sizzle like a frying pan
Whatʼs the plan, somebody get my diagram
Oh, yeah, live jam and die man
Give ʻem hot flashes, Mrs. Doubtfire
Rap without me is comedy without Prior
Middle child, Iʼve always been an outsider
If life was math, I would be an outlier

​VERSE TWO
I am, yeah baby I am, something of a Lycan
I am from the underground
Now itʼs time to run this town, like a tyrant
While some hail Cesare, I am a Titan
Egotistical, my own biggest fan, Yeah
Iʼm the “shit”, you could find me in Nam maʼam
So fresh I should come in a can, damn
The rhymes ugly like the elephant manʼs fam
Take a bite out the track, and then chew the fat
Ice grill, letʼs see who the cooler cat
Hey yo, whereʼs my producer at
Turn MCs to stone with the Medusa rap

THIRD VERSE
Yo, I canʼt let the game get the best of me
Thatʼs why Iʼm always on my grind
Professor X, if you got that telepathy
Then you know that the moneyʼs on my mind
Time to hit the stage baby, ʻcause we on
Professional like Leon, with brains like Egon
So tell the peons, this ainʼt the road to be on
It ainʼt their fault ʻcause they donʼt know that Iʼm as cold as freon
Things donʼt go my way, but thatʼs alright
It ainʼt nothing but a bump in the night
So Iʼm fresh out of Miami Dade, jump in the SL5
Lit up a cig and told my homeboy drive
ʻCause the weather outside is frightful
But the heated seats in my Benzo are so delightful
Yo girl, donʼt be so spiteful
ʻCause a tight show mean that I might blow and get nice dough
So whatʼs hip hop, you mean hop hip
Iʼm drinking chi and smoking smokes in my flop flips
And thatʼs hip hop, because hop hip
Is doing what the fuck that you wanna do, you not hip
Your running out of time baby, tock tick
Opportunityʼs knocking, it needs a lock pick
Top of my class, my thesis is top tip
Iʼm the feces, you bitches canʼt stop shit
Wide eyed girls approach me politely
Cal whatʼs your sign are you a Cancer or a Pisces
Get a grip on the game and hold it tightly
Best lyricist around, yeah I might be
Likely, down to run this town like Iʼm Nike
They say Iʼm a riot so go ahead and insight me,

Yo Cal, how do you keep it so hype nightly
Right, see, I keep my Coke can spiked like Lee
This my time, I should be on primetime
Soon as I find time to write raps and rhyme rhymes
Iʼm not trying to change rap, thatʼs a fine line
Iʼm just trying to add my name to the time line
Show ʻEm!

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