Y'all know me, still the same ol' Whokebe

But I been low key

Writin novels in the library

Hated on by most these postas with no sense, no friends, and no solzy

Mad at me cause I can easily rack up 180s

Got a name that's famous on the internet

Go to your Google search bar and they'll put my name in it

But what, did y'all think I'd let my rep freeze?

Nigga, please

You better bow down on both knees

Who else talks bout literary illuminaries?

Who you think inspired those Whokebe tees?

Y'all better listen up closely

All you postas that said that I'm fucked, or that my excerpt sucked

Y'all are the reason that Whok ain't gettin no sleep

So FUCK Y'ALL, all of y'all; if y'all don't like me, BLOW ME!

Y'all are gonna keep fuckin around wit me

And turn me from the literary

(Here Carl Spackler stepped up and dropped:

Nowadays everybody wanna post parody threads like they got somethin witty to say

But when I open up and see nothin inside, I realize with sorrow that the days of Whok have died

So how do you reply to somebody who ain't kind?

Just study a line from my main guy

One day I was loggin on, with my iPod on, when I saw a post

Tryin to fuckin roast

The Kindness Club

Fuck that shit; I replied to that bitch

And when Rowan showed up I flipped a switch

And dropped some Whok-a-tonics

Told her she fucked dudes who spoke ebonics

From here on out it's GR Two

Startin today and tomorrow's the new

And I'm still loco enough

To post some personal shit and out you)

(Whok again:)

If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop postin bout me

With your eyes wide looking towards me

When my last thread was out, you wasn't bumpin me!

But now that I got this following

Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease

But you won't get a crumb from me

Cause I studied the works of HUXLEY

All these new postas: who you think inspired 'em all?

Now you wanna run around talkin bout friends like I ain't got none

What you think I lost 'em all?

Cause I stay logged off?

Cause I been in the park, with a pen and a pad

tryin to get this damn novel off?

I ain't havin that: this is the millenium of Whokebe

It ain't gon' be nothin after that

So give me one more 180

and fuck XO, you can have it back

So where's all the mad postas at?

It's like a jungle in this habitat

But all you fags wantin to be satiated, know that I was being rated

Before any code was even written by rach

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1106098&forum_id=2#12940401)

Still, still doing that shit, right?

[Whok]

Oh for sure, check me out

It's still 'kebe Day, A.K.

Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot

'cause when I frequent the threads that I'm known to rock

You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block

Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say whok fell off

How? My last poast was 180

They want to know if he still got it

They say poastin's changed, they want to know how I feel about it

[Rach - singing]

If you ain't up on pace

[Whokebe]

Whokebe is the name, I'm ahead of my game

Still, puffing my leafs, still with the streets

Still not loving police (Uh huh)

Still rock my pumps with a ball and hair grease

Still got love for the streets, repping xo

Still the site bangs, still doing my thang

Since I left, ain't too much changed, still

[Chorus:]

[C+C]

I'm representing for them gangsters all across the world

Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl

[Whok]

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the Ke-Be-E [Repeat 2x]

Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends

Well, hell, me and KoR, we dipping again

Kept my ear to the streets, signed CCN

He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week

Still, I stay close to the heat

And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet

My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat

Treat my poasts like Cali weed, I smoke till I sleep

Wake up in the A.M., compose a screed

I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat

It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop

It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the Solz + Spackler Cru

I'm still at it, After-mathematic

In the home of drivebys and ak-matics

Choke fucks, lengthy screeds, and bad traffic

I dip through then I get skin, Ke-E-Be

[Chorus]

It ain't nothing but more hot shit

Another classic thread for y'all to vibe with

Whether you're cooling in tha basement with your fly bitch

Laid back in the shack, play this track

I'm representing for the poasters all across the world

(Still hitting them threads in them low low's girl)

I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap

Try to be the king but the ace is back

[TBF]

So if you ain't up on thangs

[Whokebe]

Whok be the name still running the game

Still got it wrapped like Ted Huang

Still ain't tripping, love to see young n00bz get money

Spend time out the hood, blastin niggers up to no good

Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard

Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars

Still gonna' get mine regardless

[Chorus x1.5]

[FBD]

Like that, right back up in ya

'95 plus four pennies

Add that shit up, K-B-E right back on top of thangs

Smoke some with your dog

No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!

Some of that real sticky icky

A little weed, put it in the air

For you's a fool D.R.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1106098&forum_id=2#13468211)