Many a people done been asking I and I why I done decide to become roco artis. I fink this be unfair classificalisation. It be a margination even where y’all be thinking we not good enough. We hip, we stylish. We done ‘ad it wit y’all hatin on us and callin us names. We be standin up to be counted. We shall now be referred to as Indigenous Artis. In short, and in the interest of y’all not bitin ya tongues, you can call us eye-ahs! So that means if dat lady frum KFM done decide to join us, y’all be saying, ai-ah-aisha!
I n I done realize dat I av not introduce ma self ma props. You will call me IT. Like its short for Ivan Tamale, but it is not. That’s not IT‘s real name. I am anonymous like that biscuit in Bobby Valentino’s jam that may have inspected me to do this song…or inspired or whatever. See, de way afi go about it, I’ma release chart topping no.1 new album single called IT Is Da Shit. It ain’t random jam about constipation. Is tight new single with guarantee of number one status on di radio wiv a monkey oh…ok dat line done been used by radio and nasal…but point is, me will av number one hit. I paid producer to grease pums of radio deejay.
I been axed why not I am calling IT TI. I tell you this one. Some punk ass visa wielder done go and get de name before I N I did. But it’s okay. He no cool the way I are. In fact, I be ‘ere lookin fru da Circular Vitamins (CeeVee, doh!) of potentshow collaboratuz. I be impressed by dis guy Shawn “dof-nuts”. He really ryt dof like cough, but as an indigeneous artis, IT has to be helping brethren.
SO, without waistin time, I give you rylix to first number one jam to top de charts of radio… is inspired by embattled religious head.
Artist: R. Kelly IT | Album: Double Up IT is Da Shit | Title: Rock Star Pastor
Selekta, Track 56. Hit it! One time, many Time…Summer Time.
Lights, Flights, thats the me stamina in action
I’ma rock star pastor
Check Scoping da crowd church’s reaction
Im like flights, thats for the some stamina action
Ima rock star pastor
Check the dis child’s reaction
Hey, you I’s a rock star pastor baby
Up in the buildin makin air the club cabin crew go crazy
Hey you’s I’s a rock star pastor baby
Thowin Ya lonely ass like that u must need
be a rock star this pastor baby
[ Verse 1 ]
Ima lay hands on ur body ya body
like a guitar harp’s string
Stuntin Struttin in roberto Cavalli Economy Class
Glasses wit the dime plastic frames
Hotter Sorta than like Tamales u’ve probably
should seen be my wild thing
Tell dem other chicks hostess chicks, mind
they own business n let us do
our own thing
I gotta open ya lay hands
open-strokin now ya soakin snitching
and IT not from texas Bugos but i
hold em, rope em n and I broke
they neck (cummon!)
You gonna make a “prayer” loose
Show me what that thang’ll do
First Class is in session let me
sh-show you a thang or 2
I’ll strip minister ya, i’ll strip ya minister