For the past couple of years, the worldwide debate has been if lyrics still do matter. For a few, the answer might be no, because they just want to dance. But there are a couple of MC’s that didn’t get the memo. If you take compound word structures and add slick metaphors to it, your equation will probably equal out to be F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S.

Even though he’s past the point of spelling his name out relentlessly, one thing that hasn’t left his system is his uncanny knack to put words together. And if you think he’s lost his touch, then the ‘Jokes On You.’

You n*ggas are comical (who me?)/
I’m seven digits, too comical on my mama fool/
I’m getting’ this money, and that kill ‘em/
They looking at a pimp funny, I’m Katt Williams/
Money Mike, I get money on the mic/
And some say wildin’ out, in a Bugatti stytlin’ out/pushin’ seven digits, dialin’ out/
But I ain’t gotta a fuckin’ choice/
My money talks in a Chris Tucker voice (and you know this man)/
You a stand up rapper, Hip-Hop comedian/I start laughing as soon as I put your CD in/
You joke, you joke, you kid, you kid/
Should’ve went to Comedy Central with the vids you did/
But okay, you on BET only if it’s Comic View/
Promise you, I’m funny style, I can be a comic too/
I’m Marty Mar, at a auto mall/a cute snotty broad, tits like Dolly Par/
Ed Hardy nah, this is Carty ma/but that was a good one, hardy ha/
Lambo Gallardo car gettin’ my last laugh (ha)/

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