Saturday, March 3, 2012

Can't Stop Won't Stop (feat. Cam Groves) - Toys For Boys

Go get your mother, father, cousin or kin
Cuz it's the Can't Stop kid and I'm at it again
I brought something to bump like I always do
And I'mma kick it old school like some light up shoes
Ayo back in the day on my cul de sac
I was the illest little mug with a juicebox
Put my name on the wall with a crayola pack
And stayed fresh from my head to my tube socks
In those days Yelawolf woulda been Chartreuse
And before Waka Flocka we had Balki Bartokomous
Got rock 'em sock 'em robots and my morning cartoons
Gave my girl a walkie talkie "Call me later, little spoon"
Yo, wasn't a player but I played a lot
Cuz even then I was on point, like a laser dot
So now I kick it online to an arena of millions
And I get more love than Serena Williams

There's a million toys for a million different boys
But there's only one that I like
There's a million toys for a million different boys
But there's only one that I like

I was just eleven when on my bike pedalin
True story, new toy, Bugle Boy everything
Before I recorded raps on my laptop
Super duper double-looper track for the matchbox cars
I collected, parts were connected
Then I found hip hop and was largely effected
I got a discman, used it a ton
Had more CD's than a mutual fund
First car, accord four door
It was old but the trunk bumped like a cold sore
Used to skate a lot, now I wish I could go more
Who you think I flow for? Kids who ride snowboards
And as a kid I knew that life was the greatest
Tough choice if I ever had to pick a favorite
Out of all the million toys, that I've ever played with
This microphone's the only one I'm ever gonna stay with


Thursday, March 1, 2012

Up and Away (feat. June)

Alright kick back, relax and grab yourself a beverage
Or hop if you wanna just bounce to my lev-er-age
The evidence, as they say, is in the pudding
So show me the money like my name was Cuba Gooding
It ain’t fools gold, it’s gold fool
Can’t stop Won’t stop keepin it old school (So cool)
Big Spoon is my nom de plume
I keep it poppin like a needle and a new balloon
And if you don’t know by now then you need more schoolin
Let loose kid, get stupid
Got more flavor than I know what to do with
So get your hands up if you’re part of the movement
And bump to the bump to the bassline
I made it rock before your phone had facetime
Yessiree, you know my steeze
I stay fresh to death like I’m drowning in febreze

Up up and away we go
Up up and it's making me glow
Up up and away we go
Up up and likin' it
Up up and away

Up and away I’m in pilot mode
One step ahead on this xylophone
That mean I’m bars farther speak dough Im bart’s father 
This a homer of a hit Im all starring 
All eyes on ya boy im poseidon 
Wavy to you outsider Im more live-r 
Let me open up like this a door knocker 
And show you how I lay it down so proper
No scholar but much class a gem found 
Under your nose like a mustache/ my pen splash
Equivelant of a benzo -  M class 
So fly my wardrobe come with jetlag 
Cautious though cuz my hooks is fresh crack
So dope im a certified meth lab 
Pen addict that’s been at it I been fresh 
On lines with my pen game that pinterest 
Thats June holla fame dollar game 
Something big like wallace you pocket change 
All about presidents no politician 
But for every big face ill be the running mate YES


Hello Nurse, let me burst on this verse
I rock steady but I never rehearse
And ev-er-y verse I work is right on the money
Yo I got more raps than a mummy, honey
This be the boogie to jumpstart your ventricles
Strapped on the track like tentacles
I’ll put the squeeze on these other mc’s
Cuttin imitators off at the knees, Oh please
The way I’m rippin it up
I never let up, so hold onto your butts
And I’mma  wake you up, show you how it’s done
I’ll kick your swagger in the athletic cup, son
I’m blessed to be spitting these rhymes
Instead of sitting in a cubicle and losing my mind
So this is my time to shine

And I’mma do it so bright I’ll make busters go blind