R.Double featuring Lil' Jome. Produced by R.Double. Lyrics available.
Hip Hop, I spit raw.
The youngest boy in Filthy Rich, he my cousin, and he sick. He got some hot songs, and his album is gonna be produced by me, and maybe a couple tracks from BPC.
Story behind the song
I dont know, I made the beat and just thought of the title and went along with it.
Lyrics
Verse 1 (R.Double)
I'm back up on the top and you boppin to yall man/I'm not makin it hot? That's like sayin that yall can/I'm standin on the top but you not cuz you fallin/If you thinkin that you hot but I'm not yo, aw man/I'ma have to start cuttin and roughin up your name/I got "Fuel" like Joe Budden, it's nuthin, I got more game/But you exactly the opposite, stop it, its hurtin my ears/Ya flow's the hotness on ya block but yo it's worthless in here/It's 2 double 0-6, I'm nearly perfect this year/And true, Double's no trick, I got them verses to fear/But you troubled, yo kid, you'd never murder me, clear/ You knew Double's so sick, and I aint nervous, ya hear?/Ayyo ya verses have no purpose, you aint lyrically blessed/Want songs? Just purchase and I'll work it, yo you hearin the best/Yeah right, I'd never service you, you clearly a pest/ I meant what I worded, yeah you heard it, now you weary, just rest/
Hook (R.Double)
Most cats in the game is an oxy moron/But me an oxy moron? Thats an oxy moron/Its an oxy moron for you to stop me moron/Yeah you got me, just watch me, dont copy moron/ (x2)
Verse 2 (Lil' Jome)
Boy Lil' Jome aint oxy, (oxy?)/Cant stop me, not me, youd probably copy/They got me to drop see, now they on my jock see/For them to not be, man thats a oxy/When my thang drop b, yall gon cop me/Even if its not free, cuz you know its hot see/Its a oxy moron for me to stop rhymin/You soft like the rocks on indoor rock climbin/You know you cant help me kid/Cuz the temperature you got in fareignheit, I got in celcius/And I'm always reppin Filthy Rich/And I'm too hot to touch dawg, you aint gotta tell me this/They call me hip hop cuz I make pelvises jump/(The amount of hits he got is up where Elvis is, Chump)/ Got skillz? Lemme see what you got/But seein you blow up dawg, thats like seein me flop/
Hook (R.Double)
Verse 3 (R.Double)
I'd never like the better life unless I had a worse one/Now I'm a better type, and you should never write a verse son/It's impossible for you to stop the bull and make it hot/And yo it's optional for me to be stoppin you and take ya spot/But that aint my style, so I'll let you embarrass yaself/cuz you be rappin wild, aint no way you could cherish the wealth/And you only care for yaself, but say that you want fans/Come to Delaware for some help and dont even front man/Frontin leads to confrontin and sure enough/ you wantin the skills I be pumpin, hardcore & stuff?/Ha! You funny, want me to help you wit that?/Sure, I'll come see dumby, but you helpless & wack/When you spit its funny, cuz cats that can rap just lose it/You cant be serious, you actually callin that stuff music?/Well that's just stupid yo cuz it's the opposite of that/Ayyo you not terrific black, the reallest gotta get it back/
Hook (x2)
