Wall Street Rapper

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I give a shout out to the stock traders            
on the NYSE                                       
Who be stackin' up profits but they know          
Not to fuck with me
Cuz I got skills and talents
Above them all 
And they gots respect for
How this impresario balls
Raised in the Midwest
Crazy redhead rhyming
And when it comes to the chedda'
I got the perfect timing
I be stormin' like the bull
on the capital markets
And when its time to rumble
Don't become my target
I'm always up to the test
And it isn't even funny
Cuz I got more rhymes
Than Alan Greenspan's got money

Now why you talkin' shit
About this and that
You know you ain't shit
But a drunk ass cat
Actin' like you somethin'
When you just a whack bitch
Get up in my face 
And I'll pull off a switch
And if you want to throw
Go ahead and say so
I'll drop you like
Argentina dropped the peso
When it comes to matters financial
I'm always rational
I just get on the phone
With my boys at First National
You can't step to this
I got a fat stash in my bureau
And I be risin' 'gainst the dolla'
Like the Central Bank Euro

Third verse is where I add
My economic knowledge
That was the fuckin' point
Of four years of college
Learned about growth
From my dawg Solow
And out there hustlin'
Trying to avoid the po-pos

Bustin' out raps for
Popular enjoyment
My skills increase
Like the rate of unemployment
Cash money flowin'
Drinkin' fine wines
And it's all about quality
Everytime I dine
If you wanna keep up
You better take no naps
Or I'll come at you
Like an economic collapse
Don't fuck with me
Or you'll be in the infirmary
With inflationary consequences
Like 1920s Germany
Just leave me alone
I'll check my finances, statistical
And don't even try
Cuz you'll never be this mystical

© Copyright 2002 by David Lempert