Follow T lyrics

Artist  : T-bone 
Song : Follow T



 Send "Follow T" Ringtone to your Cell 

 You can catch me in the big body S-Class wit
chrome spinners

Pulling up to the club wit a brim, ice and the
chinchilla

Stacking that skrilla in a legal way

Rock stadiums from Nicaragua down to San Tropez,
hey



And I ain't even gotta curse in my raps

I keep it gully while I'm spitting this fire on
hot tracks

My skills speak for themselves

I'm like a young LL back in the day when he was
rocking the bells



The Sly Stallone of the microphone

I'm old school like Special K

Turbo and Ozone, rep for my people like I'm Che
Guevara

Wit a derby and linen pants plus a guallavera



Oh, I'm so sick they sending ambulances

To resuscitate the mic from my verbal
thrashing

Cash advances and top brand fashion

Guaranteed to rock the spot and keep the party
peeps dancing



I had to switch up the flow for all the DJ's
spinning wax in the club

So when ya hear my joint y'all better turn it up,
louder

Suvelo, blast that music bro

Respect the flow, ya listening to a music pro



The Burt Bacharach of rap is back ready to make
ya move ya body

And lean back like Joe Crack

Woah, get ya hands in the air

And wave them back and forth in the atmosphere



I know ya wondering if the rumors are true,
believe the hype

I am the dopest rapper to come through

Wit brand new series of rap arts like Kung Fu

You don't believe me, ya crew could get hung
to



I run through anybody opposing

Don't make me have to tell you again

I'm Gods chosen like Peter, Matthew, Mark, Luke
and John

Now everybody just bounce to this new hit song,
what



From sold out arenas to the silver screen

I move crowds and drop hits that make the people
scream

Stack cream, get chauffeured in stretched out
limousines

I'm a hot album, you just a, ahh, 16



T-Bone is hard as it gets and I don't fly first
class, why?

I travel with chef's on private jets

That's why you mad and upset, homie

I paid my dues though, been ripping these mic's
since tape decks



So place your bets, I'm the best yet

Move the crowd and make ya bounce like bad
checks

I got next like the WNBA

Defeating me is like blacks joining the KKK



It won't happen, like hoods without guns
clapping

Or hip hop wit no DJ's and MC's rapping

It's contradictory, none of you'll ever get wit
me

The dopest to ever breathe on a mic and claim
victory