Homeboy Sandman - Or lyrics

Come on, Sport! I was pulling strings while you was stealing strings from jansport You could never break fly if you was an airport You could never get airborne You're the type of cat that a care bear never could care for Never should have stepped in my territory Who you shaved your beard off and dyed your hair for? Homie like a test that you never prepared for Given in a cla** that you never was there for You could never roll this deep if you joined the marine core Or blow if you was f**in' with C4 Broke off from the mainstream, took me a detour You are not a real threat, you're just a decoy Sally sells seashells down by the seashore Fresh k**s I'm fresh Ill like I just stepped out of Creedmore I got a hunch like Igor that once you hear it you're gonna need more Dope add first plus doper than before More deeper than a natural resource You will get torn a new a**hole and then your a**hole will get re-torn If you try to step with a retort Homie do ya harm you don't have any recourse Confidence gone that could never be restored You might never again record You might end up deformed Whats the story with leapfrogs- What'd they leap for? As a young boy used to smoke hella reefer now I've been reformed Homie set a high bar for you to reach for Grew up on daylight eating peace porridge That's the type of rappers I speak for, so why I try to stay so unique for? I got a knuckle sandwich for your keister I am a conquistador I make your top 5 next 4 I'm probably adored by the girl next door I've been rhyming since I got born, I ain't never got bored I keep a lo-pro like Jason Borne Queens is the borough; concrete the decor I am just a squirrel tryna get an acorn I never climbed K2 skipped to K4 I keep sharp as a razor, that's what I'm paid for I shed light like God on day 4 One man's ceiling is another man's floor One man's beamer is another man's ford One man plummets as another man soars I'm the one that soars, of course I caught more ears than there's ears of corn I rock like shale, limestone, and the quartz I don't need a chick that's tryna buy the whole store I just need a chick that's down to shoot some home p**n I rock reboks, not diadoras I stay adorned, I'm just getting warm Any given time I shine like a menorah You are not the man, you're more like the minor You get ignored I don't need a hook nor a chorus When I flow I don't need a motor nor oars My home court is amongst reservoir dogs Labrador-osaurus You don't wanna lock horns with the warlord You'll be forlorn You've been forewarned Sandman *sicki* sandy for short Kick back chilling at a sandy resort Backpack wear my shield and sword holstered(?) Train of thought, blow a horn mean all aboard Bout to hit however you are like a meteor Hell hath no fury like a chick scorned My rap cuts keep you up like when chicks snore Homeboy brought the news like Katie Couric You can see that I ain't fit in any category On they own accord, Party people scream for encores Never been divorced Married to this hip hop for richer or poorer My brand of hip hop nothing like yours It's nothin like norm Pick up the knife, ward(?) I meddled in(?) d** could cure People tell me I should try Saint John's Wart Cold sweats, hot sweats leaking out my pores Doc said imma go deaf from the applause And hit me with a copay I could not afford f** that insurance, now I'm busy filling out medicaid forms Now the state's healthcare love to extort I ain't never gonna get sick no more Just to make sure, Imma drink a lot of Ensure I think it's kinda extra to drive an explorer When you just gonna drive next door Tell me, when's the last time you drove through the forest? Why the Nicks play D like matadors? sh** is so annoying Whole quarters cats don't even run down court Is this the same team James Dollan paid for? Is this the same team Pat Ewing played for? Oh my Lord Does anyone besides Lee(?) wanna crash sports? Does anyone besides me wanna fast forward Hoard your ball Crawford You must be dreaming like Al B. Sure! if you think I'll take shorts Back in 102 I ate lunch with sporks Name all in your mouth like spoons and forks f** ya'll who*es, f** ya'll dorks Mark a** busta a** busta a** marks tryna act hardcore ya'll aren't In real life you're chicken like Foghorn Leghorn In real life you're yellow like Ventnor Yellow like the raincoat Marky Mark wore In Perfect Storm I put ya on Ice like Bobby Orr Ray Borque, rob Brendan Moore (?) (?)I ab hold your whole hoard(?) All your cohorts Anyone with home you hope to consort Anyone you know that died I hate they corpse Anyone you know Jedi I hate they force I hate uniforms, when it come to cuneiform I'm a formidable force I run up on your corner with the unicorn horn and go straight tyrannosaurus I'd like to dedicate _____(?) To labia majora This is not the type of cut that need Neosporin This is the type of cut for any connoisseurs School of hard knocks, head home monitor I am a sight for sore orbs I flow like a cyborg Albacore Pretty girl drop your drawers I blow your back out so you need to kidnap a chiropractor and be his captor You are a a** like Eeyore I'm tryna get in contact with Lee Orr So he can help put me on tour This one chick asked me bout a juciy(?) co-tour I asked her what for She asked me once more Said I's immature cuz I wouldn't conform I told her Au Revoir Homeboy Sand on a tour He the man, he the man, not skeletor Do I like oranges? sure ‘Or' is out my orifice, pore And I could go on for fourscore Ya'll would get bored, and that'd be unfortunate So Imma put a fork in it, finished