Excuse me for not introducing correctly I am the Man on Fire, A.K.A. the Mix Messiah A.K.A. the Chamillinator, let's get 'em You know what time it is, H-Town, stand up, you who I am
Said it I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest in it nigga in it, realest nigga in it You that Texas, what it is, and I'ma represent it
Aye, Koopa been a minute fool But the streets of the South say they you Tell me what you know and I can lyrically give you an interview
it's been a minute fool but the streets Of the say they feeling you me what you wanna know And I can lyrically give you a
Well, one, why do these be Ass suckers, be on your 'Cause being fake is in they stick with one click, so they switch
Two, why the these boys keep talking like you gon' fail 'Cause they think bar been raised So high I can't match them sales
Well, can you? Yeah, nigga just and see You got property, you better for me 'Cause I buy that land that you on And it right back to you like monopoly
three, who producing your album man? Scott Storch, Beat Bullies, Mannie Fresh, and Dre And the list on pimping I'm down, hundred miles and I'm gunning Loud ass speakers when they humming Chamillitary the sound they summing
One and nothing, talking when I'm not around Got but bad words You you bad but Cham worse You couldn't even F' with a verse
Plus you be on that stuff, got 'em pissing they Pampers See me up on 24's, your hoe horny like antlers
They messing with you my but I ain't gotta tell you that You know that, tell 'em who you is, the Mix Tape Messiah Okay, tell 'em you represent, Chamillitary mayn Already, H-Town, up, let's go
Said it I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest in it Realest nigga in it, nigga in it You know that Texas, it is, and I'ma represent it
Realest in it, when I'm riding it be tinted And the trunk looks like it's dented 'cause the is at it's limit Them they be talking, but them niggaz they don't live it it in a sentence, they might say how they distribute
When you see 'em, be timid, they ain't even independent They be living with they mama, man, niggaz full of drama They smoke some marijuana but won't get up off they ass Till I down in my slab, posted up behind that glass
Texas what it is, reflection on my wrist Looking like a section of the on my chick I don't a click, all I need's a extra clip Let them twenty bullets rip and niggaz flip In this verse I'm so legit, I don't care what nigga you When you speak with a purpose or don't open up your lip
Boys is out of line, this how we gon' do it in We coming nigga, whoa, you all listening to the Man on DJ Smallz, Chamillionaire callabo, you know I might be moving too fast for 'em, so let me it up So, can catch up with me, that's what it is
Said it then I it, I'm the realest nigga in it it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it Realest nigga in it, nigga in it You know that Texas, it is, and I'ma represent it
Houston doing it back, since Screwed Up rap wasn't rap Now, Chamillionaire is back, to put fact on the map Lil' flicking ass niggaz, fix your act or get We keep hollows up in holsters, get a package of blap
You could tell by the way the Texas logo, sit the brim I'm quick to tell a chick, to go and get friend If her is right, she can have some fun and swim Or send her back board like the glass above the rim
Yeah, I gotta it in control New Yorkers say I'm nice, niggaz say I'm thoed Blue-Blues to Saigon, to Joe Budden and Southern Flows Don't matter what I'm sold, the saying that I'm cold
Down here the slowed, po' a fo' in that cola wheel falling back, my bumper kit in a coma Couple friendly ass suckers, getting and boulder They telling me that ready to get 'em Like Pimp C, I'm hol' up, hol' up
Yeah, it's Chamillionaire, the Mix Messiah And right now, I am the Man on Representing for Houston Texas, invading the air On the official mix tape
This a Fear Factor Music, slash Smoke Chamillitary, slash, Beat Yo Ass production man 'Bout to take it to the next level on one Ay Smallz, let's give em exclusive to brag about man
You ain't ready, I run streets