Tanya Morgan - So Sweet lyrics

I make rap songs sound like love songs
You wrote that song? That's a dumb song
I wouldn't tell folks that I sell dope
On a song if I really did (Silly kids)
Get deals now yet they still bow
To they old mic like it was they whole life
You rip the other half? I rip the whole mic
The cords, the amps, speakers
I had a dope night
And that's a powerful drug
I'm the man female fans take an hour to hug
While ya'll rap for a crowd full of thugs
They don't buy CDs
They give the weedman their dubs
And I don't sell weed so
Them I don't need, yo
You continue to rhyme for stunt double Deebos
I'll continue to rhyme for these double Ds
Hold a minute what's fin' with it?

Yeah, y'all and it sounds so sweet
Von Pea, Donwill and Ilyas indeed
The Beatmaker makes the beat that
You just can't beat
And when you put it all together, man
It sounds so sweet you say? You say?
That it sounds so sweet
Von Pea, Donwill and Ilyas indeed
The Beatmaker makes the beat that
You just can't beat
And when you put it all together, man
It sounds so sweet

Treat yourself to something special
We're the best and getting better
Instead of just staying stagnant
We elevate with every letter
The veterans of the vocab
Devoted to my notepad
Love the music that I make in
Return it loves me back beats tug me back
Hi haters i'm off of hiatus
Break from the breakbeats to beat
The breaks life gave us five mic classic
Getting shelved, that's tragic
If it happens
I'm kidnapping A&Rs like Iraqis
Moonlighting on the racks
It's a well-rehearse practice
On point and hard to touch
Just like a cactus the fact is
Actors pretend to be powerful
Weak and can fade in and out
Just like a coward do (How're you?)
I'm fine but minding my own business
Lie down before you listen:
May cause dizziness
Still in this - Cincinnat to Brooklyn
Don't matter
Peace out, here comes the hook, homeboy
I'll holler at ya

Yeah I practice what I preach
But don't laugh at the sheep (ha ha ha)
When I say I kill MCs don't take it literally
(Von, hide the body, please)
Oh, that's just a mannequin
I like to say other rappers
Get scared stiff like
One when they see me and start panicking
Don't touch that!
The mic's really hot though
Sorry, I forgot, yo
Some things are literal and some figurative
That's why I hate interviews
It's hard to remember, dude
Like what? Like what happened yesterday
I told her to stay away
She said I take her breath away
And it's been this way for years
That ain't paint on my walls
It's really blood, sweat, and tears
Where you going? Was it something I said?
Wait until you hear about how I get ahead
So now I guess you know Il's not just a name
Literal and figurative, my flow's insane