Calm And Humble Lyrics

[Faro-Z:]
Yo when they ask you the question of who's your favorite rapper
It shouldn't take long for you to find yourself an answer
You probably think about, T.I., Kanye
Maybe Lil Wayne, Lupe, Nas or Jay
And I ain't hatin on them dudes, much love and well wishes
But pardon me [AHEM] make a lil' room niggaz
I'm not likkle but I'm "Vicious"
And fuck the menage-a-trois when I can handle 'bout 7 to 9...
My 'tel it gets deeper than 7 to 9 bitches
Be throughout, Brooklyn order them in Kennedy Fried Chicken
Far as MC'in, they ain't equality, I'm izzit
You don't think I'm the best then you probably not listenin
If I ain't, #1 then I'm probably not distant
They all real dudes and I'm certainly not different
The shit that I'm spittin is the shit that I'm livin
Plant seeds that bare fruit, with the shit that I'm givin
Lot of dudes got dope beats, without hot lyrics
Or got hot rhymes but they sounds ain't hittin
When I come through, with my one-two
{WIKI WIKI WIKI} boom boom make room for the rebel on a mission

[scratches by Remot: "still calm and humble"]

[Faro-Z:]
Make room, excuse me, it's my turn lyrics
My lyrics turn heads and serious rap critics
I don't care, what you think of me, just hear it (just hear it)
You ain't gotta like it, but damn if you don't feel it
"That nigga nice~! " They say under they breath in public
They like, "He aight, " knowin I'm hot to def
Now I'm hot to life, like Eddie Murphy in "The Golden Child"
I want the knife, but I settle for a night
In front of a packed audience, I want the mic
They wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
Like Microphone Jordan, when I shoot my hip-hop jump shot
The hoop, seem as wide as the ocean

[scratches by Remot: "still calm and humble" - w/ Faro-Z ad libs]