Letras Stupid - Will Tell, Word A' Mouth

Stupid

Met. Ayyo, you never get enough of this\nStep and you’ll Snuffed like -leupagus\nWith a upper fist, leave you utterless\nThis beat’s the butterest. You loving this. I hear somebody coming in\nBlock represent the Brooklyn Ac'\nRock—your head’s getting tooken back\nTo school. If you act a fool like what you looking at\nI’m packing tools (That's right). I’m stupid like snatching jewels\nYou’ll get torn like prenuptuals\nI went to fourty-four summer schools, rocking holy under rules\nI’m stupid, confused (What?), without a clue\nI’ll walk with shit on my shoe. I’ll shit on you, belittle you\nI’m death like the leper spot and weapons popping\nStep? You better not, kid—you'll be dead and rotten\nYou said a lot, but I heard you’re not a figment\nTracks I do black and blue your pigment. I’m ignant\nI’m stupid (What?), I’m trooping through Brooklyn\n(Yeah). What the fuck you looking at?\nI’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn\n(Brooklyn). What the fuck you looking at?\nI’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn\n(Me and my goons be like) what the fuck you looking at?\nI’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn\n(Pardon you). What the fuck you looking at?\nI’m open, hype off the chronic I was smoking, feeling zooted\nThat Brooklyn shit got me stupid\nI’m loose, kid—that's what the overproof did\nWhat the Ruck you looking at, son? You’ll get roofed, kid\nI’m lifted, I bagged your dopest shit and sniffed it\nI said, «Give me it,» and you did, kid—you a idiot\nYou moronic, gnawed on this apparatus, ignoramus\nSlipping on banana clips. Shooting stars make planets shift\nTrooping, stomping through like I’m stupid\nWith a 30 IQ, smacking stickers on your corner\nI’m out there—(Where at?)—I'm right about where you standing\nFrom Brooklyn (Brooklyn!) to DuMont like Ralph Kramden\nI’m not space-coasting with no suit\nGot stranded with no loot, face frozen, snot’s hanging\nI’m dumb, retarded, come and start a fight like undercard kids\nCause a stink like underarmpit—yo, someone farted\nYou’re stupid. (I'm stupid). I’m trooping through Brooklyn\n(What? What, what?). What the fuck you looking at?\nI’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn\n(Act like you want it). What the fuck you looking at?\nI’m stupid (Stupid), I’m trooping through Brooklyn\n(Act like you want it). What the fuck you looking at?\nI’m stupid (Stupid), I’m trooping through Brooklyn\n(Act like you want it). What the fuck you looking at?\nI’m stupid from taking trips and popping shrooms\nSeemed like the opportune time for where to drop a tune\nGive Block some room to operate, come clean like mopping room\nAnd hit the spot for boom, (transform to Dr. Doom)\nI stock the vocal room with trucks of beer while I’m stuck in here\nKeep you at Bay like a Buccaneer, spit in your fucking ear\nI’m talking here. Don’t interfere—I'll singe your hair\nStuff you with shells like San Gennaro’s Fair—I took it there. The Brooklyn\nlook, it’s\n(Metaphor) headed for the corner store\nWhere we gonna battle four more cats up in the corridor\nWe had a poor rapport—we couldn’t get along, but Met was wrong\nHe said…\nI said, «Your moms smell like soldiers out in Lebanon»\nAt the concert, my palms hurt\nHolding the mic, controlling it right, put y’all in the sights\nI’m rolling it tight. All my soldiers glow in the night\nI’m throwing the mic. Be froze in my sight—I'm clothed in ice\nI’m older than Christ and bigger than life\nI’ve been in your wife—I'm sinning tonight\nI’m quicker than light, I’m sicker than Mike\nSon, you must be hitting the pipe and sniffing the white\nWord ‘A Mouth living the life like…\nI’m stupid (Stupid), I’m trooping through Brooklyn\n(What? Yo). What the fuck you looking at?\nI’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn\n(You talking to me?). What the fuck you looking at?\nI’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn\n(Don't act like you want it). What the fuck you looking at?\nI’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn\n(Wow!). What the fuck you looking at?\nI’m stupid\nYou looking at me? (Word ‘A Mouth)