Stupid - Will Tell

Met. Ayyo, you never get enough of this

Step and you’ll Snuffed like -leupagus

With a upper fist, leave you utterless

This beat’s the butterest. You loving this. I hear somebody coming in

Block represent the Brooklyn Ac'

Rock—your head’s getting tooken back

To school. If you act a fool like what you looking at

I’m packing tools (That's right). I’m stupid like snatching jewels

You’ll get torn like prenuptuals

I went to fourty-four summer schools, rocking holy under rules

I’m stupid, confused (What?), without a clue

I’ll walk with shit on my shoe. I’ll shit on you, belittle you

I’m death like the leper spot and weapons popping

Step? You better not, kid—you'll be dead and rotten

You said a lot, but I heard you’re not a figment

Tracks I do black and blue your pigment. I’m ignant

I’m stupid (What?), I’m trooping through Brooklyn

(Yeah). What the fuck you looking at?

I’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn

(Brooklyn). What the fuck you looking at?

I’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn

(Me and my goons be like) what the fuck you looking at?

I’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn

(Pardon you). What the fuck you looking at?

I’m open, hype off the chronic I was smoking, feeling zooted

That Brooklyn shit got me stupid

I’m loose, kid—that's what the overproof did

What the Ruck you looking at, son? You’ll get roofed, kid

I’m lifted, I bagged your dopest shit and sniffed it

I said, «Give me it,» and you did, kid—you a idiot

You moronic, gnawed on this apparatus, ignoramus

Slipping on banana clips. Shooting stars make planets shift

Trooping, stomping through like I’m stupid

With a 30 IQ, smacking stickers on your corner

I’m out there—(Where at?)—I'm right about where you standing

From Brooklyn (Brooklyn!) to DuMont like Ralph Kramden

I’m not space-coasting with no suit

Got stranded with no loot, face frozen, snot’s hanging

I’m dumb, retarded, come and start a fight like undercard kids

Cause a stink like underarmpit—yo, someone farted

You’re stupid. (I'm stupid). I’m trooping through Brooklyn

(What? What, what?). What the fuck you looking at?

I’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn

(Act like you want it). What the fuck you looking at?

I’m stupid (Stupid), I’m trooping through Brooklyn

(Act like you want it). What the fuck you looking at?

I’m stupid (Stupid), I’m trooping through Brooklyn

(Act like you want it). What the fuck you looking at?

I’m stupid from taking trips and popping shrooms

Seemed like the opportune time for where to drop a tune

Give Block some room to operate, come clean like mopping room

And hit the spot for boom, (transform to Dr. Doom)

I stock the vocal room with trucks of beer while I’m stuck in here

Keep you at Bay like a Buccaneer, spit in your fucking ear

I’m talking here. Don’t interfere—I'll singe your hair

Stuff you with shells like San Gennaro’s Fair—I took it there. The Brooklyn

look, it’s

(Metaphor) headed for the corner store

Where we gonna battle four more cats up in the corridor

We had a poor rapport—we couldn’t get along, but Met was wrong

He said…

I said, «Your moms smell like soldiers out in Lebanon»

At the concert, my palms hurt

Holding the mic, controlling it right, put y’all in the sights

I’m rolling it tight. All my soldiers glow in the night

I’m throwing the mic. Be froze in my sight—I'm clothed in ice

I’m older than Christ and bigger than life

I’ve been in your wife—I'm sinning tonight

I’m quicker than light, I’m sicker than Mike

Son, you must be hitting the pipe and sniffing the white

Word ‘A Mouth living the life like…

I’m stupid (Stupid), I’m trooping through Brooklyn

(What? Yo). What the fuck you looking at?

I’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn

(You talking to me?). What the fuck you looking at?

I’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn

(Don't act like you want it). What the fuck you looking at?

I’m stupid, I’m trooping through Brooklyn

(Wow!). What the fuck you looking at?

I’m stupid

You looking at me? (Word ‘A Mouth)