Artist: Matlock Album: 2707 Song: Brand New Nikes Typed by: matlockhiphop@gmail.com [Verse 1] Guess who's back fuckers? Roll that weed up Engineer, please turn the goddamn beat up Cats' ridin' tails on your man's tuxeda' Yo I sonned a hundred rappers but I ain't gon' feed ya' This my new shit, I'm back in business If you didn't get this you're on my shitlist I'm at your doormat like Jehova's Witness With Balboa's gloves read' to go the distance Fly Pig up in this, haters are nervous Thinkin' I'ma say their little name in my verses I ain't a maniac though, I'm a man with a purpose If I shitted on somebody then they prolly deserved it Bags of that purp' shit, OG Kush Tell your friends about them yo but this the "shush" This rap shit? No more beatin' 'round the bush I'm the new Jesse Jacks', operation PUSH [Hook] Brand new Nikes on, brand new hat Fresh out your bitch with a brand new rap Knock Knock motherfucker, guess who's back? With some shit for your ass, where the fuck y'all at? [Verse 2] These girls like "You're such a fuckin' asshole Matt!" 'Cause I'm with the next chicken in eleven minutes flat Fans give me dap then I sign an autograph Sayin' "Thanks for the support, one love" and all that Some cats hang around smokin' my cigarettes n' Stressin' me out askin' all sorts of question They wanna know the secrets of my magic like Kreskin Like I'm gonna break down now and start confessin' Here's a question people ask a lot: "How you write your rhymes? You wanna rap? Then watch I smoke massive blocks of hash and pot 'Til I float through space like an astronaut Then I scribble on the page and the track his hot Then I wave on the haters like a traffic cop And mr. show-promoter better have my gwap I'm a motherfucker, just like my bastard Pops [Hook 2] Brand new nikes on, brand new hat Fresh out the booth with a brand new track That's right motherfucker guess who's back? With some shit for your ass, where the fuck y'all at? [Verse 3] Everybody talking' 'bout your boy ain't right 'Cause I cross out tags in the broad daylight I built my name out of bricks not hype Respect the architect, Frank Lloyd Wright My first two shits', had hits accidentally Moonshine, two-times as strong as your Hennessey Mixtape, sick straight through to the endin' G 2707, crime of the century Mention me in the tale of this town Bring some motherfuckers if you comin' for this crown Swim with the big fish, you bound to drizz-own Middle finger up, never turn my shit down I'll get down 'til I'm up in a cage Got paid, no one's seen me in a couple of days Puffin' haze, cuffin' strays, son I'm stuck in my ways Ain't dumb in brains, I'm just too fuckin' stubborn to change