Klepto - Exile

It’s your boy, so go home boy

Back to your crib, unemployed

While I play like a little boy

And get paid, major, don’t dennoy

You’re loving, the way I make noise

Playing with my MPC toys

Back off of me, cause you think you’re hard you’re all soft to me

Your beats, they sound a little off to me

I don’t nod my head, just look at you awkwardly

You should just rip the ears off of me

Cause I don’t lie, I can take a shit openly

That’s whack, put it back

Even Angelo was better than that

I turn your snare into your face getting smacked like

(Strat!)

I’ma let you know what I’m about

You ain’t about shit

I’m about to take the MPC out of your fucking house

I’ma let you know what I’m about

And you ain’t about shit

And I’m about to take the MPC out of your fucking house

And it’s all too silly, to me

They take it too sincerely

I’m jack tripping all, so don’t you get near me or

3's a company dog

Quit playing Mr. Philly, huh?

Without a doubt, I turn it out, … all about

Exile’s in the fucking house… you will know what’s up

Shit Exile’s fucking nuts uppercuts of the grill of the weak and pulling

dresses up

So I can reveal what’s up, that’s what’s up, that’s what’s up

I’m extra tough, plus I’m extra nuts

I got 4 balls 2 dicks and 3 sluts

One for the cunt, one for the butt

One to juggle 3 balls, the one that’s left you could suck

I’ma let you know what I’m about

Apparently you ain’t about shit

To knock the microphone out of your fucking mouth

I’ma let you know what I’m about

And you ain’t about shit

So I’m about

To knock the microphone out of your fucking mouth

Get it out, it doesn’t belong there

In your face, I put my arms there

Better yet, during a show, I create a bomb scare

I’m like, everybody get out, it’s gonna blow, get out of here

That’s the only way your shit’s gonna blow unless it blows like it sucks

It does though so

I guess you blow bro

You better go home listen to my demo in slow mo

Mo, mo, mo, motion, coast to coasting

I be boasting broads in the motherfucking sushi that’s still alive in the ocean

Haters talk shit but still rewind, like oh shit

Exile’s whack but still he’s the dopest

Beat maker, scratcher, and hip hop vocalist

Heater’s hot like, «He's smoking this mic tell Cherry inhale and start choking

bitch»

But really I’m not joking this

Me with a gift that ticks, open it

I’ma let you know what I’m about and you ain’t about

Shit, so I’m about, to take the turn tables out your fucking house

I’ma let you know what I’m about and you ain’t about

Shit, so I’m about, to take all your equipment out your fucking house