What's The Deal - Blaq Poet

«What's the Deal»

«What's the Deal»

«What's the Deal»

«What up Premo man»

I ain’t no pimp, I ain’t no motherfucking baller

I ain’t no motherfucking player nigga

I’m a real motherfucking rhyme sayer nigga

Don’t get it fucked up, I still will lay a nigga

Now look, I don’t give a fuck about nothing

Straigt ignorant nigga, got a dagger to digging a nigga

Too much motherfucking Queensbridge in the nigga

Too much Hennessy and weed up in the nigga

Blaq Po', niggas already know what it is

Whoever the top dog is, I’m going for his

Point blank, period, off with his wig

No hesitations, no negotiations

You ain’t know I take this rap shit serious

No gimmicks and dumb shit, no silliness

I hold the steel, shit is not a game, it’s real

If looks can kill, Oooh, how the pain will feel

It go, fee, fi, fo, fum

I smell mad pussy in this industry, thun

None of these niggas can get with me, thun

They be fumbling, can put the clip in their gun

Tripping over beats while I bob and weave them

Niggas want a breeze from rap, who needs them?

I send shots at niggas for no reason

And the rest of y’all might as well make plans on leaving

The more I go, the beats get harder

Words get sharper, skies get darker

Blaq Poet, the eye of the tiger

Niggas acting tough, they bitch like Mariah

I can’t believe ya think ya illing

Ya niggas ain’t villains, ya twinkie fillings

Now me, I got that real raw shit

Kick in the door, go to war shit

It’s on

No you might not know what to do with this

'Cause ya been hypnotized by all that foolish shit

Be easy, take it slow, let it marinate

Then it’s gonna hit ya, I hope I didn’t get you late

I got the dangerous flow with the bangingest beats

For my niggas locked down and playing in the streets

Pour out a little liquor

For the niggas that ain’t here to wild out with ya

This is hip-hop 3rd degree

Must have the ability to burn MC’s

I came here strictly to catch some wreck

That nigga Preem got some beats to blast your neck

Year Round Records, that’s the deal

Make real street music, rap for real

I’m not a prophet, but here’s a prediction

When I’m through, you’ll have a Poet addiction