Yao Ming

Uh huh. Yo. Rock me
 Hold me up to your head for awhile
 Picture black when you reciting and handing it out
 To your friends, your family, the people you love
 I'm on stage with a mic and I'm holding it up
 Like a sword, but oh lord, when the cut come in
 Every detail of my happiness and every sin
 Was written down for your ears so
 When I'm done say m to the izzle
 Big king of the drums up
 Voice of the children up in every slum
 With more power than the bullets you got in your gun, one
 Highly sought more oft then not
 Did it so my child would be proud of her pops
 And tell her friends, how really dope the man is
 And how the rest really is all bullish in show biz
 So you need me more than I need you
 Moe Burger for President, the Project Move!
 Dress so fresh impress the best bitch
 Throw the mic like a bone and I'll go and fetch it
 Top dog, underdog, life hectic
 Most definite unemployment check collected
 Temporary layoff, got the day off
 Hopefully these rhymes will payoff
 Dead bullseye away off
 Color chaos, I display awe
 Midnight night seance, the beats play yo
 Run to the corner store, grab a dutchee
 Run back to the crib, roll it up, lovely
 Press play to the beat tape, you can't touch me
 Sky high like Marv Goodie, cloud above me
 Man bionic, super high, magic carpet
 Couldn't touch it, unless you tried to reach out and love it yo
 Smoke this l, both too swell
 How I feel, broken heart
 I ain't keeping it still I'm just browsin
 Shipping crates by the thousand it's called Yao Ming
 Make it sound clean, that professional sound
 F around and get your body print sketched in the ground
 Testing me now, trying to write the recipe down
 Seems familiar when the millimeter
 Missed him by a centimeter
 Didn't mean to kill him either, that was just a warning
 Better tell em fast, run a telegraph I signed an order
 And the must-bust, for just us kids to respect, hits collect
 Mic check, mirror mirror on the wall?
 Now tell me who the flying king of em all
 Go to sleep and dream about how I won it all
 Wake up and write a rhyme on how to make it all
 That's me in the mirror no makeup, no Jacob
 Throw back in my own right with my left hand
 To the next plan to the next jam