E-Dubble, Carlos Ferragamo - No Doubt lyrics

Yo! Ciao the motherfucking dungeon of rap
How you cum if minus the sperm the
Dick the college chick with a perm
Who's the number one Bronx MC?
That be me, capital 'C', yup
'A' to the 'R-LOS'
Pronounce it 'Carlos', Ferragamo the surname
Here bringin' finest Hip-Hop minus
The rope chain
You've prolly never heard of me
Like I got no name train on the tracks
We're fire without the propane
Air Force 1's on the feet, color of cocaine
(what?) dJ bring it back sorta like Rogaine?
Battle me stupid like PS3 with no game
Or computers with no monitors
Check the thermometer
Spit longer than four kilometers
Shine bright like the North Star Andromeda
For real
Smack the top of the face, no ice grill
Cuz I came from the hood and
I could go back still

I got it, I'm on it no pause, no comma
Straight through
No juice still spit like a Llama
Yeh, new week, new treat like a comic
I ain't talking stand-up but
I like 'yo mamma's'
Promise gets kept your threats ain't honest
Thirty-three weeks deep
Keep dodging them Piranhas
Jaw drops like you just saw
Rihanna in pajamas and
You got it on tape so rewind it
Play it again, the good shit reigning 'em in
Carlos and e-dub, we playing to win
I'm tryna spread the good seed like
I came in the wind
Pollinating 'til the politics can
Come to an end
Honestly, this new shit is transcendent
Everyone's a critic nowadays
Go ahead and hit send, bitch
The Internet is like a living
Organism for some haters
To create a persona they ain't livin' yet
And probably never will
I'll probably never spill
My cup is a carafe and my
Balance be that of Jedi skill
You better bet I'm ill
I hate to brag but before I go out
I hope I got an Eddie Vedder will
Lots of assets, no liability
I'm saddened by the passionless
People with no abilities
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the
People with the Scrillogys
Equivalent to Terry Jones
Sermonizing in Tripoli ack
Bullshittin' while I think about victory
Happy to be stubborn
I'm never uttering 'Pretty please,?'
Too many Favre's in the pocket no tickling
We sweat to pay dues
Ray Lewis take a whiff of these
Dirty uniforms, never keep them shit's white
Go and fuck yourself if you
Need your shit wiped do for self or go ahead
And get your shit swiped
Unconvinced I'm equal
Inherit shit but a shit life
Talkin' down to me is something
That you can't do i'm seven foot
You're Michalsky in a pant suit
I see your dandruff and you need to shampoo
Bill Clinton your ass free willy 'til I Shamu
Or ShamWow, I took the damn vows
Married to this shit, Hip-Hop is my spouse
No movie, my mind has no doubt
But, I'm livin' in the parable
Now you go pout

Yeah! Freestyle Friday #33 thursday
September 9th shout out to Carlos Ferragamo
My homeboy from the Bronx, for killing it on
The track! Thanks for killing it, homeboy
Plenty more where that came from
Hope everybody enjoyed it
Tonight is, uh, NFL Kickoff night so
Happy motherfucking
Football season, everybody! Whoever
Your team is, whoever your team is
Y' know
We're diplomats here i wish everybody
Good luck go Vikings go Saints
But, I'm pretty sure Reggie Bush is
Gonna be running over people tonight
I don't know if you've
Seen that RedZone campaign, but I
Wanted to get one of
Those G-Damn autographed footballs
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And, uh, get ready for the mixtape
Written Thursday
It's, uh, it's coming up and it's, uh
It's coming pretty fast see ya guys!