[Verse 1]
I am not a human being Uhh
Pussy for lunch
Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, yeah
Kush in the blunts
I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playin
They better re-plan im 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 muthaf-cking grid
Shit fuck with me and get hit
I finger fuck the nina make the bitch have kids
Just do it my n***a I just did
Name a muthaf-cker 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 won't 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 2]
Uhh, rockstar baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
Rich n***a lookin at the cops all crazy
Its the mob shit n***a Martin Scorsese
Keep a close range, cuz people are strange
But i bet that AK 47 keep you ordaned
You can't see weezy nor wayne
Im in the far lane, im running this shit - hundred yard gain
Uhhh, swag on infinity
Im 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 dude
I must be sticky cuz them bitches got they eyes glued
Young money baby we the shit like fly food
Yall can't see us - like the bride shoes
I stand tall like im muthafuckin 9'2
I scream motherf-ck you and whoever design you
And if you think you hot then obviously you are lied to
And we dont die, we multiply and then we come divide you

[Chorus]
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I won't 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 got the weed thicker than a southern girl
Strong arm rap like a n***a did a hundred curls
Rock star beeatch, check out how we rock
And if this ain't hip hop...it must be knee hop
Im higher than a tree top
She lick my lo-llipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriends sweet shop
Spitting that heat rock im smooth not Pete Rock
And my money on etcetera - 3 dots
Still get a stomach ache every time i see cops
You better run mothaf-cka, 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 won't d-rop

[Chorus]
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I won't 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