I Am Not A Human Being Edited Version

Am not human Being. Uh, For lunch, pop all the balloons and spit in The punch. Yeah, cushion the blunts. I ride through your block, see a foot in The trunk. I don't know why they keep playin'. They better replan. I'm givin' them the blues, Bobby Blue Bland. Together we stand and fall on y'all. Ballin' with my Bloods, call it B-ball. These days ain't young money is. I got Mars bars, Three Musketeers. Come through, coupe same color as veneers. And you know I'm ridin' with the toast, cheers. Yeah, now I'm back on my dreads. And y'all's a bunch of squares like a mother Bread. Shit, with me and get head. I Lena, make that bitch have kids. Just do it, my I just did. Ain't a mother deeper than me, Bitch, Ya dig? This here is big biz, and I scream it, Whoever it is. I am the rhymin' oasis. I got a couple of your time I won't Waste it. I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin'. I thank God that I am not basic. I am not basic. I am not basic. I am not basic. I am not a human Uh, rockstar baby. Now come to my suite and get locked, yo, Baby. Rich actin' like the cops all crazy. That's that mob Martin Scorsesi. Heat a coast range 'cause people are strange. But I bet that it get bought if it Been keep your ordained. You can't see bees in our rain. I'm in the far lane. I'm runnin' each hundred yard gain. Uh, swag on infinity. I'm killin' 'em. See the white flag from the Enemy. Shoot you in your head and leave your Dash full of memories. Father, forgive me for my brash delivery. I would try you. I wouldn't lie, dude. I must be sticky 'cause them got they eyes Glued. Young Money, baby, we the like fly food. Y'all can't see us like the bride's shoes. I stand tall like a mother nine two. I scream, "Mother you and whoever designed you." And if you think you hot, then obviously you A lie too. And we don't die, we multiply And then we come divide by you. I am the rhymin' oasis. I got a couple of your time I won't Waste it. I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin'. I thank God that I am not basic. I am not basic. I am thank God that I am not basic. I am not a human being. Re-re-re-re-reportin' from another world. Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover Girl. Bless got the rolled it thicker than a Southern girl. Strong-arm rap like a did a hundred Curls. Rockstar be out, check out how we rock. And if this ain't hip-hop, it must be near Hop. I'm higher than a tip-top. She lick my lollipop. I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet Shop. Spittin' that heat rock. I'm smooth, not Pete Rock. And my, and my money on et cetera, three Dots. Still get a stomach ache every time I See cops. You better run, mother 'cause we not. You better run 'til your feet stop. You ain't even a alphabet in my teapot. Colder than a ski shop, holdin' on to the Top. And even if I let go, I still Won't cheer up. I am the rhymin' oasis. I got a couple of your time I won't Waste it. I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin'. I thank God that I am not basic. I am not, I am not a human being