This Or That(Prod. by Statik Selektah) - Reks/Styles P/Termanology/DJ Corbet

Ha ha ha ha ha

Am I a good man

Yo

Am I a foold

Am I a fool y'all

Yo Ni**a this ni**a that

A ni**a 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 tongie attack tracks

Like Rihanna spreads gonorrhea Chris Brown beats the blacks on her peeper

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 speaker

My brain's in bleechers thinking 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

Ni**a this ni**a that

A ni**a 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 building

He peeing on the chil'ren peeing on the chil'ren

Ni**a this ni**a that

A ni**a 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 beer 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 f**king hipsters spits are fakes and tight pants for girls or gays

Mama I chew when your son spit rage

Y'all still slaves trying to be Free like 106 chicks sucking Jay

Make you gargle grenades covered in semen from Aids

Cover razor blades in your lemonade

Y'all are Flavor Flav hyping but your writing fugaze

My mic shall ignite a blaze

Simon say shoot yourself in the face

F**king disgrace

Uh huh uh huh

Ni**a this ni**a that

Uh huh uh huh

Ni**a this ni**a that check yo

Ni**a this ni**a that

A ni**a 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 slacking

Reks suggest you shut your motherf**king trap

Cause you don't rap you advertising

Clothing lines and since when is that d**e rhyming

You screaming 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 E.T. ish than tell him phone home

Ni**a this ni**a that

A ni**a rap circles 'round the map rap circles 'round these rap cats

With they slave mind state fact

Their crime rates increasing police policing 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 dreams to awake and find fiends

Dressed in three piece suits addicts living 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