Flaming Lips Follow

[** feat. Big Sean, Mr. Porter:]

[Intro: ~Mr. Porter~]
Let's go!*
I'm just, I'm just playin' with y'all niggas! [beat starts]

[Interlude: Female speaks (Mr. Porter)]
Dear, Hip Hop!
I thought Hip-Hop was supposed to be a means of poetically expressing yourself...
But it seems these days you'd say anything to get your CD's off the shelf. (Let's go!)
Hard times I'm still compelled to move, but I swear to you it's that...

Because if the music wasn't there...
I definitely wouldn't hear it. (Mr. Porter!)

[Bridge: ~Royce Da 5'9"~]
Uh! - Right of the rip,
Nobody could fuck with me.
I'm out of space, mind
And body my soul and so on. (so on!)
Mami I'm fly is an understatement... [kiss]
Come to greatness! (Hey!)

[Chorus: ~Mr. Porter~]
I'm on my owwwn planet.
I'll do my owwwn thing.
Then turn around and pat myself on the back. (for doing good!)
I don't need nobody else.
I'm gon' do it by myself.
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts. - It's all gooood! It's all good. (HEY!)

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me.
You gonna need a NASA spacecraft to sight me. (sight me!)
If you don't like me, bite me.
I could give a fuck, less fightin excites me.
Leanin' on the moon with a Patron 5th playin' my own shit, (own shit!)
And I sound terrific.
I'm not cocky, I'm beyond that.
It's time to start another hobby, I'm beyond rap. (beyond rap!)
Run and tell your baby daddy and your son Ray
I'm hot! - I sunbathe on the sun babe. (whoo!)
I'm the one on the one way
Hands and pretty long legs from the runway. (runway!)
My nigga Notty is a genius!
You gonna need a ladder just to climb on my penis. (on my penis!)
Got two words for the rap game
FUCK Y'ALL!

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Right off the rip, you thought it was a rap for me
Didn't you? Go 'head and admit it, hater! (hater!)
Cold as ice I'm a living refrigerator.
The reason hip-hop's breathin the defibrillator. (defibrillator!)
I did a bid just for drunk drivin'
It'll never happen again cause now I'm drunk flyin'. (flyin'!)
I'm an innovator!
When I say I'm on Venus I don't mean that I'm thinkin' to the tennis player. (whoo!)
I'm on Saturn where you don't matter,
Alone, I'm past the zone where your phone scatters. (scatters!)
"Hello? " - Can you hear me now?
You don't got a fuckin choice!
Elbowed my way into everybody's conversations
With rhymin', timin' and patience, now I'm in space,
Bitch! - I use to have to be on some watch what I say shit
But now you gotta TAKE IT!

[Chorus: Mr. Porter {Big Sean}]
I'm on my owwwn planet.
I'll do my owwwn thing.
Then turn around and pat myself on the back. (for doing good!)
I don't need nobody else.
I'm gon' do it by myself. {What? I'm a cool-ass nigga, bitch! }
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts. - It's all gooood! It's all good. (HEY!) {B- I! }

[Big Sean:]
Right off the rip, his respect is demanded
Sittin' on y'all, so you can't understand it.
I back a bitch down like a nigga chiropractic (what?)
Back in this bitch like I'm puttin' on a jacket (haha!)
Mission impossible for feelin' all my tactics,
Boy? - Until I'm fillin' up a casket.
You know? - I think I'll have the soufflé (yeah!)
Mr. Big Shot! - Russian Roule(tte).
My neck look like +Water Boy+, where's Bobby Bouchet? (where?)
Bitches jump for me (huh?) - and I'll knock the bouquet. (hooray!)
Haha! - I used to ride up in the putt-putt,
Now I rolls in the green, Tiger Wood putt-putts. (what?)
Yo' girl used to be my bus slut,
Fuck my truck up, cause I'm fuckin' Tiger's sluts, yup! (uh!)
So hold yo' girl close she scream
B.I.G. like she recognize a ghost. - Fuck with me! (yup!)

[Chorus]

[** feat. Big Sean, Mr. Porter:]