Sha Stimuli - BET 106 & Park: BackRoom Freestyle lyrics

Sha Stimuli’s BET Backroom Freestyle
(Aired Wednesday, October 6, 2014)
I wonder if Cassius Clay would have
Found out about his fate

As a youngin, before he changed up his name
And absorbed the hate

Would he still have jumped in the ring and
Took jabs and hooks to the face

And become the greatest of greats if he
Knew he would have the shakes

When it’s over?
It’s never over for me, but I can relate

‘Cause my body would start to
Tremble whenever I walked away

I’d be sweating like I’m on heroine


Meth and MDMA

Since y’all said that y’all like me bragging
I’m back and I’m here to stay

Hi

The human avatar for rapping hard
I battled God and came out with battle scars

I feel like I build with
Angels and travel far
For every gram of raw and a phantom car

That you hear about from dudes
That they tag as stars

You might as well believe in
Big Foot…the tooth fairy, leprechauns
Santa Claus

They’re spitting candy bars

Kit Kat, Almond Joy, Butterfinger, Milky Way

Snickers, Twix, Baby Ruth, Hundred Grand
Pay Day

Hersheys, Reese’s, Three Musketeers
They’re Twizzlers
That the listeners do not wanna hear

Clear

I’m a mutant
At nine I showered with rhyming power

Now with any beat I get, I devour

Put me in a room full of haters

Have ninety-thousand Simon Cowells

Their reactions, just be a line of vowels

Ooohs and aaaahs

Maybe a hell yes

Say more, sell less sick flow, well-dressed
Save rap, help desk
Hire me, wire me money little rapper
I can fix up your words like spellcheck

When I said well dressed

I wasn’t talking Tyler
Perry, Martin Lawrence, eddie Murphy
Men in dresses, kinda scary

Oh my bad, they’re rocking kilts
Wearing skirts

Oh, I’m clearly

Just a hater, never mind
Just pretend y’all didn’t hear me look!
Over there a distraction

Ok now back to me

I’m Shallow Hal in the flesh
Although I be rappin’ deep

They found the way to battle me

Fake your own death like
You’re rehearsing for
A sick patient role on Grey’s Anatomy
I know I come across in manners
That’s cerebral, far from evil, sorta feeble
Understanding
So these "ignant" people hear me
I start talking bout my hammer
Now my Friends are acting
Funny like they’re Joey
Ross and Chandler but
I stress nothing, I sit calm
The game’s funny like old sitcoms
These rappers look like Fresh Prince
Full House, Family Matters, growing Pains
Who’s the Boss?, Diff’rent
Strokes, Good Times, happy Days
Girlfriends, The Jeffersons, Seinfeld, Cosby
Saved by the Bell, Bernie Mac, Steve Harvey
My Wife and Kids

The life I live, is semi-sorta Godly

Some of y’all hardly working
Me I’m working hardly

I’m partly Barkley, Garvey, Marley sorry

For crashing this non-lyricist party

My mental, it’s sharp as a Ginsu
But harsh and offensive

I spark instrumentals, it’s
Hard but essential, my target is simple

With all that I been through
My heart isn’t gentle, i harnessed potential

And studied flows, even borrowed like rentals

From different emcees
Yes each bar is eventful

I mixed CNN, Vh1 with Comedy Central

Then added BET, A&E, Showtime, Lifetime

Playboy, Fox and I channel Pac
When I write rhymes

My patterns are real tricky

They’re simple, but complex

Who could flip any concept?

Whether sky lounge, party jet, rooftop pub
It don’t matter how high the bar’s set

Y’all don’t hear me

It’s a different day now

Game-change music, let me just explain how

I elevate the level, and I educate whoever
Since the kids are out here
Spelling like the Chick-fil-a cows

Rap ain’t helping, I just add to the drama

Your daddy left and now you’re
Mad at your mama

I’m glad and I’m honored, to tell
You you can make it, as a graduate scholar

You can take the path of Obama
Or Mario Chalmers

I have to be honest

With all of these scriptures that
I just rapped to you

Half of you may not get it
Or have the aptitude

Other half are stuck with that hater
Debater attitude

And I could be the greatest
I’m nothing to Maya Angelou

And everything she brought to the world

I rock wife-beaters but I
Never tortured my girl

I get sicker with every minute
Doesn’t force me to hurl

But it could fetal position you
You ball up and curl

A lot of dudes want to act like Deebo…Tyson

Real life similar to Peabo…Bryson

I touch down like an eagle…viking

Steeler…titan, see my writing

At times it sounds extra pissed
’cause you don’t know me

On beats I’m affectionate, the drums hold me

And the hi hats whisper
And I kick it with the kicks

Have discussions with percussion

Treat the music like a chick, I tell ‘em

I feel better than massage parlors

Once I start giving orders like The Godfather

And I make her breathe like
I’m her Lamaze partner

Even though I’m never home
Like your car charger

My flow is beautiful

I put letters together to get numbers

You know, a Roman numeral

Every beat you can throw a funeral

Love me or hate me, the feeling’s mutual

I show loyalty

If I worked at Burger King or Dairy Queen
I am still royalty

So how I’m still here is beyond me

Father, Son, Spirit, I’m embodying all three

So really

Messing with me, you must be on E

It’s like playing a game of horse
And you on E it’s over