Choice by Bader Shehab

Hello sir, would you care for the red pill or the blue one?

Chorus:
Oh I’m sorry we’re all out of stock in social awareness,
we only have humor and yoga for choices.
or you know what…

(Ok I should probably drop this on them right here) 

Verse 1:
how about you grow a brain bitch
is this what it’s like to be rich?
I’m tired of serving you all this fake shit!
I’m as real as ‘for real’ gets!
I come from the streets and the pits,
where the only choices I had left
were between a gun shot and a pill fix!

Try to cut me and you’ll be left for dead,
are you still thinking I’m fucking around?
Take a look at the bodies on the ground.
I’m like the Tyson-Ali I go toe to toe
and I might hit a rail just for show,
when you barely watch and do nothing because you don’t have the balls to grow.

Chorus:
Oh I’m sorry we’re all out of stock in social awareness,
we only have humor and yoga for choices.
Listen up…

Verse 2:
I know my flow is retarded
and I am only getting started,
come and watch me sell out shows
while you sit there pick your nose
and try to guess which one of you farted.
I also know I’m the real deal,
living breathing highlight reel,
try to break me I’m hard as steel,
oh I’m sorry, you mad bro? Sounds like you got an issue
and we’re gonna have a problem, for real –
sit there and hate on me while you take in all this rap game, you feel?

Chorus:
Oh I’m sorry we’re all out of stock in social awareness,
we only have humor and yoga for choices.
or you know what…

(Or you know what…)

Verse 3:
I’m dropping bars like Tupac,
you’re more like 2 snots,
I’ll make you stop like blood clots,
freeze your brain when my word drops,
I’m naturally trendy –
European girls think I’m hot –
that’s okay though we know you’re not,
so stop trying so damn hard,
at getting attention when I’m the center of it and you know I’m gonna make this club rock.

Hook:
You’ve got no choice when this beat drops,
especially true –
when you girlfriend forced you to,
buy tickets to my show
and watch me kill the word flow,
and yall both know,
stoned or not,
this blitz of hip hop
can’t get me to stop,
I’m the magic mike,
I’m fire on the mic,
I’m the one-man show –
and you’ve got no choice
but to bow, to my majesty!
especially when my crew
hit you up like you got no clue,
unlike you paying for your entourage
and we both know that’s very true.
I’m just trying to define
the next step of the game,
while you sit there
speak on my name,
and I want you think twice
before you put the blame,
on why’s the world sideways
when I’m turning
the whole game sideways!
I destabilize your lounging
I dribble on you and leave you traveling,
I’m deliberate in my name calling,
and I’ll leave you on the IV dripping,
I’m the showstopper,
heart stopper,
I go further,
even down under,
no problems,
you got a problem?
I’ll take you down six feet under!

Chorus:
Oh I’m sorry we’re all out of stock in social awareness,
we only have humor and yoga for choices…

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