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Intro: WBFF News at 10 circa 1991 Intro, blended in with „Standard Carpet” instrumental]
[Verse One: Speed on the Beat, double-timed]
Yeah, y’all guess who’s back…
With the attack of the bars like a army of gnats
Strapped to the teeth with a barrage of gats?
You ain’t discover yet? It’s Speedy Speed, man
Baltimore Commercial Break, it’s here, man…
Influential ish, and it’s packed in the can
Like snuff for the blunts that yo’ mama used to roll
When she was about, hmmm, 20 years old
Twenty years ago, I’d stayed doing my thing, finna shake ish up
Had my little hustle, selling cream puffs, after school
Cause that’s the way they raised us
Then I graduated to harder stuff. Not out of lust but out of love!
Because mama she said „Johnthan you NEED to be a man!”
„Can’t just let any body go and remove us.”
And that ish stuck, hard enough, like a prick in the arm
After that first junkie tried to come get me
When I was walking down the street
It started hella young, that’s that stuff
Used to know a dude who thought he was tough
Until he saw the ish that I did…
Then he was like „I don’t wanna come and get it…”
I hate speaking on all that stuff, but it’s what really made me
Get my butt up out that mess and get to where I’m staying
On top, like a phat booty twerking on stage since she can’t stop
It’s not cause she doesn’t love herself
Sometimes, she just wanna feel the power (ugh!)
[Hook One: Speed on the Beat]
Welcome to wun of B’more’s finest features
Born over east, moved to the bleachers
[Verse Two: Speed on the Beat, double-time]
Feels good, but of course I want more
The nine to five’s dope but I want more
So I started doing blogs and stuff
First talmbout the girl named Treeka Baylor
Then I saw nothing would soar…my views up so I tore
Up the premise of the original SOTB!!!
And re-branded myself the no-fi lord
Then I…scratched Treeka, replaced by Raquel
Then I cheated and fell into hell
But thank the Lord up above that I didn’t stay there
Because I wouldn’t have been able to
Get my head on straight like a ruler
Get my brain rebooted, no computer
Could save me, so I almost drowned
Saved by that familiar cooing sound
My son…the first life that I created
I was…able to see through the haze
And run…my butt back to reality
These girls kept clawing me, but I had to s-s-s-s-shake ’em off me
Couldn’t be promiscuous if I wanted to lead
Couldn’t be a father if I just watered seeds
So I got my weight up, got the views right
Now SOTB!!!, that’s me, is ready for the fight
[Hook Two]
Welcome to one of B’more’s finest features
Born over east, moved to the bleachers
Went to City College, had some of the teachers
Try to get me in the room and get up in my sneakers (Whoa!)
Welcome to one of B’mores finest features
Diamond in the rough, but I still glimmer
And there’s no sign of my reflection getting dimmer
Ay Speed how it feel to be getting these figures?
[Verse Three: Speed on the Beat]
From Juke Joints to Greatness coming soon
27 club, you know that I’m coming soon
SOTB!!! pro’ly gonna die. When he does? A new soul will come to
Fruition but no apples falling from the tree
Honestly, I don’t want my seeds growing up to be me
I want them to be better than Speed. Why?
So they can live comfortable!
And don’t have to hustle, don’t have to cheat
Don’t have to claw for R-E-S-P-E-C-T!
And they’ll have loyalty built in like Windows…
But no Cena flows! My children will know this thing ain’t for kids!
I’ve made a song without any profanities, practically
I guess that’s how I know that I’m simply growing
Sniffing at the groin of the King, these mutts seem
To want to be me, but they know AND I know that’s as impossible
As the Cubs beating the Wizards for the Stanley Cup
You’re not even in the same league, try to keep up
SOTB!!!, DAR, carving our names in the game
We on our Heisenburg, but we won’t die in vain for games
[Outro: Commercial Break — Mr. Ray]
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