Trouble Trouble Trouble

You know the voice on site Like your Daddy's Voice like angels sprinkled star dust on molasses Voice like California honey Drizzled over raspberries I’m a legend in the box Like the corner of the atlas The First Asian Rapper to make 10 albums All clapping I spoiled y'all with these classics The masters don’t own me I own my masters I love all people but I never learned to ass kiss One of only a few Asians in the Rap Biz Green Lighting projects without havin’ to ask shit I sleep where I’m standing My dreams are cinematic Splash, splash Green flasks of absinthe To do what I do? Y'all ain't got the bandwidth I wear more hats than a mannequin Or the Athletics For y'all to be invested in What I got my hands in? Again, but in a different way Y'all aint got the bandwidth You got him all wrong Now you made him mad Now you in trouble, trouble, trouble Oh you shouldn't have You got him all wrong Now you made him mad Now you in trouble, trouble, trouble Oh you shouldn't have You really shouldn't have Top down Tongue out Taste that evening sea breeze That ain't no breezy That’s my Khaleesi She rockin’ mid-century shiny Gold filigree diamond rings Vintage exotics All my pedigree In back of the ‘lac She extra special 69 in the ‘68 She retro-s*xual Got a pint of Oban on me 5 O's of Hydro on me O-Dawg, u ain’t know? I'm a menace 2 sobriety No matter how hard I kill it The anxiety grows Cost of living too high Value of life is too low All my Patnas knocked We want the charges dropped For selling what are now legal ingredients in lollipops Ollie Ollie y'all set free, one more time Ollie ollie y’all set free, no more time You the Funkiest Alive You the Funkiest Alive I respect all opinions but I only record mine You got him all wrong Now you made him mad Now you in trouble, trouble, trouble Oh you shouldn't have You got him all wrong Now you made him mad Now you in trouble, trouble, trouble Oh you shouldn't have You really shouldn't have I'm a savant with this rappin’ shit Re-writing the narrative Dudes can't stand next to him I'm hogging all the adjectives Most imaginative Most magnetism Most ravishing In fact here’s a passage Begin ""Quote"" In a confusing labyrinth of sub-par dispassionate artists Who are at-best solidly average LB’s gravelly baritone is at once, jazz-tinged Perfect for a romantic candle-lit event While at times Magnanimous Demanding respect Galavanting along that line between function & fashion Dismantling the fence between swaggy & pragmatic Lyrics Born past & present has managed to hold us captive With transcendent magic Shining everlasting like a beacon of amethyst End quote, end caption Thats what should a been wrote in every fuckin magazine Thats what should a been wrote in every fuckin magazine --- Trouble Trouble Trouble - Lyrics Born