Lil Wayne — I Am Not a Human Being

[Intro] I-I-I, am-am not a human being! [Verse 1] Uhh, pussy for lunch Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, haha Yeah, kush in the blunts I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk I don't know why they keep playing, they better re-plan I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland Together we stand, and fall on y'all Balling with my Bloods, call it B-ball These dames ain't shit, Young Money is I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers Come through, coupe same color as veneers And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers Yeah, now I'm back on my grizz And y'all's a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' grid Shit, fuck with me and get hid I finger-fuck the Nina, make that bitch have kids Just do it? My nigga, I just did Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig You dig? This here, this big biz And I scream, "Fuck it!" Whoever it is [Chorus] I am the rhyming oasis I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing I thank God that I am not basic Oww! I-I am not basic I-I-I, am-am not a human being! [Verse 2] Uhh, rockstar baby Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy That's that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese Heater close range, cause people are strange But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane I'm running this shit, hundred yard gain Uhh, swag on infinity I'm killing 'em, see the white flag from the enemy Shoot you in your head and leave your dash full of memories Father forgive me for my brash delivery I-I-I would try you, I wouldn't lie dude I must be sticky cause them bitches got their eyes glued Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes I stand tall like I'm motherfucking 9'2" I scream "Motherfuck you and whoever designed you!" And if you think you hot then obviously you were lied to And we don't die, we multiply, and then we come divide you [Chorus] I am the rhyming oasis I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing I thank God that I am not basic I am not basic I-I am not basic I thank God that I am not basic I-I-I, am-am not a human being! [Verse 3] Re-re-re-re-reporting from another world Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl Strong-arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock And if this ain't hip-hop, it must be knee-hop I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock And my, and my money on et cetera, three dots Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops You better run motherfucker, cause we not You better run 'til your feet stop You ain't even a fucking alphabet in my teapot Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop [Chorus] I am the rhyming oasis I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing I thank God that I am not basic I-I-I-I, I, I am not I-I-I, am-am not a human being