Wild

Wild - Shad Lyrics

V-1

Yo I aint no hard hustling muscle man loving the curb

The only time I use a bullet is in Microsoft Word

Slick talk, you can say I got grease in my speech

Be rhyming with a fried chicken piece in my teeth

But now Im more self sufficient

The food in my shelves and kitchen give myself

nutrition to help with my health conditions

And while Ive never been too stable cerebrally radio

frequency rappers still aint able to equal me

Plus I link with them, cause the fatter the beats,

words battering peeps when Im scattering speech

Like jabs to cheeks, shattering teeth, drop the dagger

in deep, rattling jeeps with base levels no ladder can

reach (nice)

Shad be that freak with that five mic classic

Still rapping on his street selling tapes out his

jacket

No lights and action the places I bust a flow

The only rap videos I make are instructional

Trust the full power my verse packs

They closed the kitchen I worked at when they heard how

I served cats



V-2

(so are you wild?)

Like girls gone with Mardi Gras pearls on

Again and again, Im here to prove the world wrong

The real deal, Im just trying to keep my wheel still

Im worth fighting in a box office like Kill Bill

Chill live freestyling the jam

Crowds flip cause my rhyme is wilder than Vans

And my DJs nice on those tables like coasters

We trying see all the hunnies waving our posters

But yo they dont dig it I aint trying to be hyped out

With a mic Im cold lighting the Brian McKnight, rapping

is done

Forget the purple rex Im singing backing one in purple

mecks, turtle necks and khakis son

No shame, burst your brains with propane

Its just shad not add-ons or coat names

Like cocaine money lines, my new rhymes are dope

I do the thing wild like my name was Tom Mope

More wild were than the west with Kool Mol Dee

You know G bringing the sickest drama since the OC



V-3

In a crazy world, meaning Im sane

And a break from all the nonsense theyre feeding your

brain,

While theres Nas and Gen (?) at halftime when this cat

signs,

I own a master like tiger and get green like a back

nine

And I dont make the cash mine and thats fine

Id rather live with these up and downs than flat lines

Still my jam rock the body like kidney stones

When I pass through, I got more soul/sole than Shaq

shoe

I be receiving more paper than a fax do

For inspiration I draw on people like a tattoo

Art is regardless of the hardships we face, the world

aint so cold when your heart is embraced

So brace to the home where Im resting, peace is a dead

skin on my couch speaking with brethren

And spitting punch lines with that stupid smile

That got your crew saying hi like juvenile

If Im on your radio then dont you move the dial,

Just snap your neck to the music like you knew it was

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