I am not a human being
00:05
Pussy for lunch, pop all the balloons and spit in the punch
00:08
Yeah, kush in the blunts
00:13
I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk
00:17
I don't know why they keep playing, they better re-plan
00:20
I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland
00:23
Together we stand and fall on y'all
00:26
Balling with my Bloods, call it b-ball
00:28
These days ain't shit, Young Money is
00:31
I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers
00:34
Come through, coupe same color as veneers
00:38
And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers!
00:40
Now I'm back on my grizz
00:43
And y'all's a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' grid
00:46
Shit, fuck with me and get hit
00:49
I finger-fuck the Nina, make the bitch have kids
00:52
Just do it? My nigga, I just did
00:55
Name a mothafucka deeper than me, bitch dead
00:58
You dig? This here is big biz
01:01
And I scream fuck it's whoever it is
01:03
I am the Rhyming Oasis
01:06
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
01:09
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
01:13
I thank God that I am not basic
01:15
01:19
(I am not basic, I am not a human being)
01:27
Rockstar baby
01:31
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
01:33
Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy
01:36
It's the mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese
01:39
Heater close range, cause people are strange
01:42
But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained
01:45
You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
01:48
I'm running this shit hundred yard gain
01:50
Swag on infinity, I'm killing em
01:54
See the white flag from the enemy
01:58
Shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories
01:59
Father forgive me for my brash delivery
02:02
I will try you, I wouldn't lie dude
02:05
I must be sticky cause them bitches got their eyes glued
02:09
Young Money baby, we the shit like fly food
02:11
Y'all can't see us like the bride's shoes
02:14
I stand tall like I'm mothafuckin' 9'2"
02:17
I scream motherfuck you and whoever design you
02:20
And if you think you hot, then obviously you are lied to
02:23
And we don't die, we multiply and then we come divide you
02:26
I am the Rhyming Oasis
02:29
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
02:32
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
02:35
I thank God that I am not basic
02:37
(I am not basic, I am not a human being)
02:42
Reporting from another world
02:53
Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl
02:56
Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl
02:58
Strong-arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls
03:01
Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock
03:04
And if this ain't hip hop, it must be knee hop
03:06
I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop
03:10
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop
03:12
Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
03:15
And my money on etcetera... three dots
03:18
Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
03:22
You better run mothafucka, cause we not
03:24
You better run 'til your feet stop
03:28
You ain't even on a fucking alphabet in my tea pot
03:31
Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top
03:33
And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop
03:36
I am the Rhyming Oasis
03:39
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
03:42
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
03:45
I thank God that I am not basic
03:48
03:51
(I am not basic, I am not a human being)
03:56
04:03
Lyrics & Translation
[English]
I am not a human beingPussy for lunch, pop all the balloons and spit in the punch
Yeah, kush in the blunts
I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playing, they better re-plan
I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland
Together we stand and fall on y'all
Balling with my Bloods, call it b-ball
These days ain't shit, Young Money is
I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers
Come through, coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers!
Now I'm back on my grizz
And y'all's a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' grid
Shit, fuck with me and get hit
I finger-fuck the Nina, make the bitch have kids
Just do it? My nigga, I just did
Name a mothafucka deeper than me, bitch dead
You dig? This here is big biz
And I scream fuck it's whoever it is
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
(I am not basic, I am not a human being)
Rockstar baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy
It's the mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese
Heater close range, cause people are strange
But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained
You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm running this shit hundred yard gain
Swag on infinity, I'm killing em
See the white flag from the enemy
Shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories
Father forgive me for my brash delivery
I will try you, I wouldn't lie dude
I must be sticky cause them bitches got their eyes glued
Young Money baby, we the shit like fly food
Y'all can't see us like the bride's shoes
I stand tall like I'm mothafuckin' 9'2"
I scream motherfuck you and whoever design you
And if you think you hot, then obviously you are lied to
And we don't die, we multiply and then we come divide you
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
(I am not basic, I am not a human being)
Reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl
Strong-arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls
Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock
And if this ain't hip hop, it must be knee hop
I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop
Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my money on etcetera... three dots
Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
You better run mothafucka, cause we not
You better run 'til your feet stop
You ain't even on a fucking alphabet in my tea pot
Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top
And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
(I am not basic, I am not a human being)
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