Just Begun - Ian Farrell (w lyrics)

Just Begun by Ian Farrell (prod. by Hi-Tek), a track from the anticipated mixtape Flannels & Fitteds I'm big blue puffin, call me if you think I'm bluffin We can roll it in a joint or bake it all into a muffin My pillow is always fluffin, my shoes are never scuffin Every time I get a girl, I just call it stat stuffin I'm just trying to make somethin that really means somethin I feel like I've been slumpin and what I've done is nothin It really might be true even if I wish it wasn't But now I'm so damn cold, can't treat me with Robitussen I will do this for my cousins, my fam, my clan Some of whom laughed when I told them my plan I do this for my friends, who doubted the potential They didn't know how much magic I can put to instrumental And they really didn't know that I could be so influential You couldn't draw this up if you had pencils with a stencil You couldn't get in my mental, for you're lacking the credentials If I drive you off the lot, it is mine, it's not a rental I'm so presidential, welcome to my oval office Everything is new, I bought it, see my dick, now girls get off it I'm getting all these offers from these 1-800 calla's But I just stay down low and block them out like Ben Wallace Now I have so much paper that I carry two wallets I have candy in my bars, spitting out whatchamacallits So, what do you call it? Does it even have a name Just know I'm A-K-A'd as the return of the game Know I will stay the same, no fake name or fake chain I'm a dog on the beat, and for this one I'm a great dane Goin for great fame, flows like the rain once it hits the window pains I feel a widow's pain Because I was married to rap and then it was slain By guys named Soulja Boy and Gucci Mane Not to be a hater on them, but they're lame First time I heard their music I said dang I can't believe anyone could be so stupid or insane To use this as a real means of being entertained Woah, hey, don't let me rant or rave Have my back, make sure that I remain behaved Because once I'm unchained, I am liable to bite And where my name is unproclaimed, we will riot and fight They say I'm making up statements with what I write in my songs Taking all of my quotations and then citing them wrong They ignore the explanation, my explanation is all You've gotta fake it to make it, I won't be fakin for long I'm like Jiminey Cricket meets Lemoney Snicket Unfortunate incidents await for liars that cross my white picket My nose scratch, I pick it Is it gold? I dig it If it's ripe? I pick it, see my girl and you're rigid If you're cold, I'm frigid I got her phone number digits I'm better than you, so why don't you admit it I don't have time for a critic, everything is so terrific Because my shirt is still a flannel and my hat is still a fitted I take a blunt and I split it, your relationship, I split it That life that you are dreaming, I wake up and then I live it We live in a small world, so I feel like a midget They told me to sit still but I always had to fidget Twiddling my thumbs like a bum in withdrawal I do recall those days back when we were small With no cares at all, running and yelling in the hall Two-handed touch at recess in the fall And when the seasons changed we started to ball And if we were to fall, we probly woulda bawled But now I've grown tall, my expectations are great The second best white rapper to come from my home state