Album Name : Kickin' & Screamin' (Deluxe Edition)
Release Date : 2012-05-15
Song Duration : 3:23
Krizz Kaliko Dancin With Myself
Feelin’ like I want someone to tangle with me
The whole wide world don’t know me
So my whole label lookin’ at me
Knowing I'm the GENIUS
People lend me a ear I said that I’m the GENIUS
Just so I made it clear
Came boxin’ me, unboxable
Impossible, from more popular we be way more profitable
B.E.A.T. obstacles, see me, pay me, gotta get the dough
And I wait to the left, I’ve never been a didle
So I don’t get the riddles, this had better be all
Check, cause I ain’t reached my pinnacle yet
And if they too sentimental then jet cause everything up in the way was disrespectful
So check for me, I’m the one with the crazy hair
Dancin’ by myself, you don’t understand me then leave me there
If they don’t understand my music
And no one else is dancing to it
I’m dancing with my self
And I’m a little hard to swallow
Cause what they do I do not follow
I’m dancing with my self
How you make it when you’re fat, black and you rap whack to the naked ear
11 years, and I never even should’ve made it here
When you a freak of nature they hate ya
Stacks of paper can save you
And take the chance that they gave you
These ranger labels will slave you
But Trav and N9na, saw a chance to stack they green up
Tech's hittin' first then Kali's battin' clean up
You are something else
A record deal, it was summer y’all and sit on the shelf
And was sippin’ something soapy next to a sexual dismal whelp
But only a handful of you follow me and I gotta be godly
And how they babble me cause I'm an oddity I can see poverty
And I’m left of self, I’m out to lunch, I’m out to dinner
I’m the best the world has ever had
If you don’t get me, too bad
This business is so ri-cock-ulous
The whole industry watchin’ us
We don’t fit in and if you listen close and dose it in
Cause we supposed to be the poster boys
The total time of me in this economy
I don’t wanna defuse this for coopin’ if you’re snoopin’ through the sound scan
Think I’m floppin’ stupid, you sound man
But I march to the beat of my own drum
And I can only make it so dumb so I’m dancin’ by my lonesome