Текст песни Remember Me - Zicasso

Yo, yo, yo, check it, yo, uh, look

I'm a musician killing competition, work it out like a mathematician. Spit it under any kind of opposition
This funky composition is coming to fruition
I could be killing it, living off this
Not an office
With every move, I'm making it's always cautious and every shot I take it's always flawless
I'm simply just a poet and when I work around the words I'm nimbly, symbolizing that I'm versatile
Lend me your ear and I'll make it worth your while
I'm a fire spitter I guess I just got an itchy trigger
got potential to make seven figures
My poetry's deep I never fail and I'm as icy as the hail
you could never compare tooth and nail
The truth is you pale in comparison compared to me, so it really ain't fair you see
Please B ease up off me, beggars can't be choosy
This art is a part of me, retardedly bop to that old school hip hop

Remember me, I am the one who loves you
(Don't leave me, baby)
Remember me, I am the one who loves you
(Don't leave me, baby)

Your styles mass-produced mines homegrown. It means I'm simply too dope with the flow you'll get lost in the snow
These words are perplexing they could put a hex on you and as an individual, I'm a rap intellectual
And as an expert you take it way too literal I think you might be clinical
acting pretty cynical
With that mindset, I'll scar and kill
That's basically like telling Bizarre to chill
I'll take your brain and fry it like a bar and grill
Leave your ass to dry like a sergeant will
My flow is so terrifying it's harsh and shrill
And I guess you could say it's on par with will
I wanna show the world I can make it to the top become an icon like the motherfucking Rock
And every single minute I'm in it I'ma spit it like it my last never quit it
I'm ill plus I'm matic
I'm slim and I'm shady
I'm no fucking torious
A complete rap fanatic
So for you to think you could ever outdo me
Bitch, please

Remember me, I am the one who loves you
(Don't leave me, baby)
Remember me, I am the one who loves you
(Don't leave me, baby)

Now I ain't your 50 cents, I ain't your Eminem, I ain't your Jigga man, I'm a Chinaman
But I'll serve more beef than a diner, man
Walk around the streets like
My name is
And I love to rap I like to turn beats into mush cause I melted them with the mic and headphones
Leave them with the pile of dead hoes
Throw them away with the red clothes
It's metaphorical 'cause I killed the track
Don't attack me for those who can't take it
But it's a perfect murder scene
No one even heard her scream
I made this an art would you hang it on your wall
Write my lyrics on the walls of bathroom stalls like godamn
I'm the foul mouth ass motherfucker that smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backward like Kris Kross
And I'm referring to you as her
'Cause you acting like a bitch
You say this is copying but I'm just paying homage
I'm showing who made me atomic with this knowledge. We ain't got nothing in common I'm leagues above you
When push comes to shove, dude, you could never prove ill enough to compare to my violent skill when I go in for the violent kill

Remember me, I am the one who loves you
(Don't leave me, baby)
Remember me, I am the one who loves you
(Don't leave me, baby)