It's just me
Riding through the city, nigga, one deep
Nobody beside me in the front seat
Still feeling like no one can touch me
And it must be
Whenever it’s time to do work
Rolling up my sleeves, each side of my shirt
Bon a petite when I serve, peep them eating their words
Two crows and one stone, humble pie for dessert
Nigga, that’s soul food, not the kind they cook in the South
I mean they’re sole’s food, yeah they put they’re foot in their mouth
I’m a beast, you won’t catch me with my hoof to my snout
Or my tail between my legs, outchea looking for clout
That ain’t my motivation
Fuck all the faking, dog I’ve grown impatient
You trying to locate the remote, I'm in remote locations
That’s why they got my photo posted at the local station
I got away with words and left a this ransom note for payment
Don’t make me have to amputate the hands of fate
Then send ten digits to you like we planning dates
That’s unless you plan on meeting all the demands I make
Now you tell me, who else would you rather hate, I bet they say
It's just me
Riding through the city, nigga, one deep
Nobody beside me in the front seat
Still feeling like no one can touch me
And it must be
Rarified air in my area where am I
Very up, very high, there he is in the sky
Prepare to die or dare to fly
Compare, decide
if you scared to try, spare the embarrassment, step aside
Pierce through your soul like 2pac’s nose
All eyes on me like a Yukon gold
It’s dark and tea is hot, watch the oolong scold
Everyone lying tongue, when the time has come for truth not told
It takes a lot to push me, but homie I’m not a rookie
Status is known, class of my own, y’all play hookie
I ain't bout to call no names, but word is bond like James
A couple niggas went from akh to pussy
I put that on everything
Think they won’t flip, I see that they will son, they're Geraldines
If they throwing shots, it’s ketamine, 'cause I ain’t felt a thing
And I don’t need no help to bring because
It's just me
Riding through the city, nigga, one deep
Nobody beside me in the front seat
Still feeling like no one can touch me
And it must be
It's just me
Riding through the city, nigga, one deep
Nobody beside me in the front seat
Still feeling like no one can touch me
And it must be
5 out of 5 in Creative Loafing (Jan, 2011) "I can’t explain in words just how much I LOVE THIS ALBUM, even 22 tracks deep “Self Titled” never grows tiresome." -Eric, Bloggerhouse.net Yamin Semali
The latest release from D.C. rapper Tef Wesley, featuring Grussle on production. Hard beats and tough rhymes that evoke 1990s hip-hop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2016
