Exciting - Hieroglyphics

Cause I’m exciting, pleasurable but listening

I’m only trying to tell you what your records keep on missing in

I’m only trying to help out your crew, and

It really doesn’t matter cause you don’t know what you’re doing

I don’t shop with them, let’s not pretend

That I squat the Benz with 5 foot 10

Models that jock my rims

Your brain must not be supplying enough oxygen

I got vision like LaDainian Tomlinson

Pop and wiggle then I’m breaking 'em off again

Karma’s a bitch but the feeling is marvelous

Revenge, that is, when I’m dealing your consequence

Eat the asparagus with Bulgarian heiresses

They miss the beat, I’m the rap Pistol Pete Maravich

She’s Taral Hicks, boiled down off asparagus

On the terrace with a therapist next to the terrorist

They mask error drips like the Paraffin for a pair of rap barbarians

(I'm exciting) your whole scenario’s hilarious

My caravan shine like Polaris gray garions

My mental way far gone

My spirits I stay in the zone

My monetary in the safe is a loans

And my little thick red-boned Raven Symone

Don’t play on my phone, I ain’t on my own

And you can fuck shit up they gon' say I was wrong

When I got her in the thong, put water in the bong

And my shot I got a hotter than the song

I slide through dipped in a kit like a pimp

Skip with a chick that’ll strip for them flicks

Equipped with a spit that I flip like a brick

Serve 'em superb with them verbs from the curb

You nervous?

You herbs don’t be scurred, they just words

'Cept when they jet from my neck, that’s your death

I rep for the set of collected vel-vets

Check all bets, you can let niggas hiss

Mess with the best and you get what you get

I lust for the rush when I fuck niggas up

Breathe on MCs like the breeze through the trees

Be on my cheese to appease all my Neegz

I’ma be over the harmony thick as hominy grits

If anybody got a problem, ain’t hard for me to fix

My nuts big as the wrist

Justice is amiss when bump motherfuckers persist to just exist

How many you ever heard rhymes like this?

On a how open my inner minds I get

I’mma sprinkle and wrinkle the flavor

Plus put myself on display in this way so they can’t say nothing

Cause this has been my behavior since I was yea high

All the battle of horrors except when the day die

Don’t make believe anything, think

They leaving a plate can’t the heathen

In it 'til we eating you better make way