[Verse 1] 

I am not a human being Uhh, 

pussy for lunch 

pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, yeah, 

kush and the blunts 

I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk 

I don’t know why they keep playin 

they better replay ’em giving them the blues Bobby «Blue» Bland (blues singer) 

together we stand and fall on y’all 

ballin’ with my bloods, call it b-ball 

these days ain’t shit Young Money is 

I got mars bars three musketeers 

come through coupe same colour 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 muthafucking grid 

shit fuck with me and get hid 

I finger fuck the nina make the bitch have kids 

just do it my nigga I just did 

name a muthafucker deeper than me bitch dig 

ya dig, this here is big biz and I scream fuck it whoever it is

[Chorus] 

I am the Rhyming Oasis 

I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it 

I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’ 

I thank god that I am not basic 

I am not a human being

[Verse 2] 

Uhh, rockstar baby 

now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby 

Rich nigga lookin at the cops all crazy 

its the mob shit nigga Martin Scorsese 

heater close range, cuz people are strange 

but i bet that AK 47 keep you ordained 

you cant see weezy nor wayne 

I’m in the far lane, I’m running this shit — hundred yard gain 

uhhh, swag on infinity 

I’m killing em, see the white flag from the enemy 

shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories 

father forgive me for my brash delivery 

I will try you, I wouldn’t lie you 

I must be sticky cuz them bitches got they eyes glued 

young money baby we the shit like fly food 

yall cant see us — like the bride shoes. 

I stand tall like a muthafucking 9’2 

I scream muthafuck you and whoever design you 

and if you think you hot then obviously you are 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 ya time I wont waste it 

I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’ 

I thank god that I am not basic 

I am not basic 

I am not a human being

[Verse 3] 

Re-Reporting from another world 

Magazine full of bullets you can be my cover girl 

Ness go the weed thicker than a southern girl 

strong arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls 

rock star 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 lo-llipop 

I still get my candy from your girlfriends sweet shop 

spitting that he rock I’m smooth not Pete Rock 

and my money on etcetera — 3 dots 

still get a stomach ache every time i see cops 

you better run muthafucker, cuz we not 

you better run till your feet stop 

you ain’t even on a fucking alphabet in my tea pot 

colder than a ski shop 

holding on to THE top, and even if i let go i still wont d-rop

[Chorus] 

I am the Rhyming Oasis 

I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it 

I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’ 

I thank god that I am not basic 

I am not a human being

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