Artist: Lil B Album: I'm Thraxx Song: Rawest Rapper Alive Typed by: AZ Lyrics History in the making Rawest rapper alive Lil B BasedGod Yeah I put my heart on paper, venting on a daily basis It's like a painting how I'm stroking for the final stages Let me win cause I'm on the bottom I'm from the under where it rain but the water shower Ask my nigga, we was robbing for that mighty dollar The mighty dollar got him five, for a thousand dollars Fuck that shit, I ain't that nigga that gon' sit in jail I'm finna rap until my mama say she living well Living swell, I live in hell in the real world That's why Basedworld the only place with based girls See, my face don't break with a solid body I'm like a porn star, cause I'm eating anybody And it's hot nowadays, cause people getting sloppy It's like cheerleaders, my niggas catching bodies I'm sorry I said I'm sorry man It's like, my niggas is really cheerleaders nowadays, man Catching bodies and shit Get with me I'll body your bitch Rawest rapper alive If I don't end up on top, let me run the bottom Off that Rossi, Carlos Rossi, see my eyes in shadows See my face beneath the water with the water shallow You feel me? I'm a tell you like this man Fuck a money hungry bitch, she gon' get your issue I'm riding on you, while a sucker nigga riding with you No support with the levees or a nigga's dreams I can't see the bitch, so I'm smoking Mary Jane Yeah Lil B for "Lil Boss" making history Who the fuck said hip-hop is dead? Shhh Look at me, I'm a starving artist Have you ever had your face drawn by fifty girls? I done did it, freestyling for eighty tracks A hundred Myspace, that imported, out my ass I love rap, I done did it cause I sacrifice Anything and everything, for the based life To live right, mind reader cause I'm copacetic I touched the girl and made her faint, she called the paramedics Yes, my nigga, I'm the best Yes, I'm the best, my nigga, I'm the best [x3] Yes, I'm the best BasedGod Yeah, Based Lord Brang dang on your bitch, man History Y'all gon' miss me I got the crown man, hold the throne Westside, West Coast, man We got this shit It's our time Fuck the grind Brang dang, man, all game, all terrain I move on autopilot with no pilot, I'm the pilot Move in silence, cause they watch you when your face is violent Rather see you making money than selling and grinding And I'm tired of the fact I'm sitting and crying Maybe cause I'm a Leo, boy, a heart of a lion And I hate to see my niggas that's living and dying That's why I'm riding for 'em, Lil B, I can't stop 'em Only thing that's stopping me is myself West Coast Bay Area Bitch