King Kong Got Nothing On Me

Check out this paper plane that I just made out of this summons
The way into my heart is through my stomach
People wanna remind you of a song so they can remember who sung it
But they won’t sing it, they won’t even hum it
I be the cat to rummage through the rubbish
And poke around in hopes of finding others
I be the cat performing wonders wearing rubbers
I’d love being on the cover of mags
But even more I like the color my ancestors
Passed down to my gramps and parents
Plus the fact that due to god’s plan
Ain’t no need for crapping my pants
Go ahead start clapping your hands
THERE’S SIGNS
THAT KING KONG’S GOT NOTHING ON ME
YOU’LL FIND
THAT KING KONG’S GOT NOTHING ON ME
WORD TO THE WISE
KING KONG’S GOT NOTHING ON ME
BESIDES
KING KONG’S GOT NOTHING ON ME
OPEN YOUR EYES AND USE YOUR OWN IRIS AND YOU’LL SEE
KING KONG’S GOT NOTHING ON ME
Everything is on me until I’m broke
He-man wondering when She-Ra gonna show up
I do the math like tryna find the slope
I do the science on my own
Iso tryna find the isotope
Oh there he go
Saying things that I would know if I went to school
That’s nerd rap
Be careful I heard that
Respect for ourself is something that we gotta earn back
Difficult as going to your weed dealer tryna sell your herb back
Hollered at Def Jam for help to bring the herd back
I ain’t heard back
THERE’S SIGNS
THAT KING KONG’S GOT NOTHING ON ME
YOU’LL FIND
THAT KING KONG’S GOT NOTHING ON ME
WORD TO THE WISE
KING KONG’S GOT NOTHING ON ME
BESIDES
KING KONG’S GOT NOTHING ON ME
OPEN YOUR EYES AND USE YOUR OWN IRIS AND YOU’LL SEE
KING KONG’S GOT NOTHING ON ME
I used to write on trains now I write on planes
I used to think everything was black and white like a Right-On page
For every season, for every seasoning be it thyme or sage
I am a sage
I’m of Africa and Asia and I am of age
I got big without taking HGH
I am big enough for the NBA
Instead I floated to the realm of J.D.
Then DJ