Reks - This Or That lyrics

Ha ha ha ha ha! (Am I a good man?) Yo! (Am I
A fool?) Am I a fool y'all

Yo! Nigga this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the facts
The innovations in a state of lax
My click clack tongue attack tracks
Like Rihanna spreads gonorrhea
Chris Brown beats the blacks on her peepers
Give me freedom of speech to speak ether
That'll send these MC's to meet Aaliyah
Free my flow fever my soul seeker
Little more they T-Pain and
Wayne in my speakers
My brain's in bleachers
Thinkin' with the fans
Reks defeats his stretch like
Lil' Kim's features or Superhead's cheek
For the rappers that are weak
All these rappers over beats
Scary as jeepers creepers
Jesus piece took 'cause you look hard
But shook his knees like Yung
Berg or Bow Wow divas nigga this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the truth
When Reks in the booth
Freedom is met and necessary hourly for you
Bewary when R kelly in the buildin'
He peein' on the chil'ren
Peein' on the chil'ren
Nigga this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the facts
Reks the black Aristotle
With bottles of beers in the backpack
I follow the cheers of the
Stairs to the stage
Had it up to here with the ways
Where Cool Kids turn to men in days
These fuckin' hipsters spit's are fakes
And tight pants for girls or gays
Mama I chew when your son spit rage
Y'all still slaves tryin' to be Free
Like 106 chicks suckin' Jay
Make you gargle grenades
Covered in semen from AIDS
Cover razor blades in your lemonade
Y'all are Flavor Flav, hypin' but your
Writin' fugaze my mic shall ignite a blaze
Simon say, shoot yourself in the face
Fuckin' disgrace! Uh, huh, uh huh
Nigga this, nigga that, uh huh, uh huh
Nigga this, nigga that, check, yo!

Nigga this nigga that
A nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
Someone tell these dudes to rap
Over Statik Seleck beats I'm too deep
To be dumb to fact
I come from the tracks where
They slumber and slackin'
Reks suggest you shut your motherfuckin' trap
'Cause you don't rap, you advertisin'
Clothin' lines and since when
Is that dope rhymin'
You screamin' no homo, but that's so homo
Such a no no, please, swallow the fo' fo'
Someone tell Kanye West to
Keep his clothes on
And if Wayne ET ish, than tell him phone home
Nigga this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
With they slave mind state fact
Their crime rates increasin' police
Policin' Diddy's and 50's
Inner city gang where you
Chase American dreams
It's where you get chased by
Badge and the high beams
My dream's to awake and find fiends
Dressed in three-piece suit's
Addicts livin' they life clean but, I mean
This ain't gon' happen be happy it seems
We free dumb, um, I mean
Not to disrespect teens who chase black cream
But black cream bloody from the
Backs of black teens
Like Emmitt 'til we get it, we sing, we sing
We sing

Am I a good man? Am I a fool?
Am I a good man? Am I a fool?