Cam - A Dime a Dozen Lyrics

Long ago, I seen this honey walk by
I was looking at her but not in the eyes
She's was looking at me and then by surprise
She took my hand and said "lay down a really ill rhyme"
So I took her down to my freestyle spot
Showed her the rhymes, and showed her how hot
I can get on the mic
Have some friends, come and write
Ever since I was five
I was writing rhymes for my bullies
They were like "come on MC, I'll give you goodies"
Names Cam, bitch now they know who I am
They hands up at my shows, while they dancing
I object, your honor I flex
Nothing but the best, rhymes will test
Objects thrown in any direction
Smith & Wesson went to see collections
Of my CD's, can they
Handle the heat, can they handle the tension
No they can't, that's why they all heated up
By my fire's damage
Old school, new school
I'm hot, I'm new
I'm lost, eventually I'll find you
Old school, percussion
I'm hot, I'm new
A Dime a Dozen
Word to LL, I got problems every day
Walking through hell, hell
Flying screaming, mayday!
Takes a real G, to move the way I do
I don't play around on fools, they shit is doo doo
Straight foo foo
Malarkey, I go Tony Stark on em hardly
Punch you in the mustache like you Steve Harvey
This chick I must grab, gonna take her to Star-b
Ucks! It's not enough, grabbing for my duck
She loves, to do quack (haha)
Joking, lagging computer
I'm dreaming about my future
I'm thinking about the rumors
That I removed from my thoughts
Now they back, just like a viewer
Tat-tat-ta-tat-tat, just like I knew her
Old school, new school
I'm hot, I'm new
I'm lost, eventually I'll find you
Old school, percussion
I'm hot, I'm new
A Dime a Dozen
Old school, new school
I'm hot, I'm new
I'm lost, eventually I'll find you
Old school, percussion
I'm hot, I'm new
A Dime a Dozen
Just the other day I was writing this verse
Came along it's the third, never wrote this much
Before in my life, I can laugh and write
Overpass at night
Hit it, then we took flight
I got problems every day, get it?
I say that shit to come clean, I ain't a sinless being
I ain't done finishing
Give me at least 2 more minutes
This is off the dome, I had to write down just to keep up with it
Bitches
Old school, new school
I'm hot, I'm new
I'm lost, eventually I'll find you
Don't hide from me, cause you'll die you see?
They lie, we ain't free
Or at least, free from my grip
Ad-libs, notice none in this song
Hocus pocus, done told you
5 million times I'm holding
The keys to your prison cell
You won't cry, you fell
I felt, every way
I had to stop this shit
Put a end to it, when doing
My albums I see nothing but bright light
That's just how it is, I won't leave without a fight
A scribe, painting pictures til I die-die
Nothing scares me not even my life
And if that doesn't scare me then you really won't
So give up, go home I'm still out in the dark, roaming in my zone
Bitch I'm on!
I came up rocking Old Navy
No one can save me, I told you in the beginning
That no one can save me
This is freestyle on the mic and I'm doing it easily (Bitch)
No one can save me, no one can save me
This is freestyle on the mic and I'm doing it easily
No one can save me, no one can save me
This is freestyle on the mic and I'm doing it easily (yeah)
Old school, new school
I'm hot, I'm new
I'm lost, eventually I'll find you
Old school, percussion
I'm hot, I'm new
A Dime a Dozen
Old school, new school
I'm hot, I'm new
I'm lost, eventually I'll find you
Old school, percussion
I'm hot, I'm new
A Dime a Dozen