Written by: AHMAD A. LEWIS, JOHN R. AUSTIN, LES MCCANN, REGGIE GIBSON, ROD SEPAND
Duration: 4:50
Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Come Widdit’ by Ahmad. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Ahmad or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I’m the first batter up Ahmad — well then come widdit
All around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I’m the first batter up Ahmad — well then come widdit
Verse One: Ahmad
Well it’s the n*gger ‘ole that caught Foot Lock
Cause the vibe keeps voxed in funk, makes you rock to the side
Gave it all I had, just to have what I got
Niggaz tryin to be bad, and they mad ’cause they not
Gonna defeat the rapper who got three ways to sack a
Quarterback I slaughter wack MC’s with ease
These nuts what you get and a busted lip
What you have when you come at me with buster shit
All that graf given driven so I musta hit
Bought a Jag, chillin on the Shore just to dip
Get it right, cause I get it, night in and night out
I’m butter, covering up wack MC’s like White Out
Don’t doubt it that they dissed me OK rap is overrated
Who hate it that a nigga from the West blew up and made it
And I’d braid it if I had it but for now I keep it balded
Niggaz tryin to touch to me better stop before they get scalded
I’m hot, like a skillet and grits, crush you to bits
When I look over the room, and then lower the boom, and
Think that they can defeat the man that can’t be beat
I do the breaststroke clown while you drown in three feet
Beep beep like robots on Buck Rodgers plus I bust
25th century rhymes so you decline
To battle anytime had skills since I was nine
Dope lines the only weapon that I cock, I never drop
I stop clones ’cause biting’s never condoned
From the Westside 4th Avenue crew Jones
We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I’m the second batter Ras Kass — well then come widdit
All around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I’m the second… nah forget it
Verse Two: Ras Kass
My foramen magnum got 357 calibers
To bust a suckaz melon like Gallagher (pow)
Body chemistry consists of Hennessey, toxic melanin
With an adamantium skeleton like Wolverine
Child, my heart pumps kerosene
Son I spit butane, burn any bastard you name till I die
And even when I’m maggots, I’ma still be fly
Perpetrator, you’re not the one
Your name’s not Anfernee Hardaway
I’m like a wolf with blood dripping down the fangs
My techniques foul enough to shoot the flagrant technical
I be comin off the head rougher then ribbed tip recepticles
Expect the exceptional syllables to be the next man’s umbilical cord
Catch distortion, ras cancels kids like abortions
Sendin niggaz to hip hop hell, ock
Eternal damnation through writers block
I rock over the results of Reeboks and sands
Stand ill, forget a live band just my mouth and hand
And even man wasn’t prehensile
I’d still find ways to grip mikes, hold my tip when I piss
And pick off pubic lice
Cause see, I always been nice but first brothers slept
Now I’ve come back twice like Christ to resurrect the West
Check
We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I’m the third batter up, Saafir — well then come widdit
All around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I’m the third batter Saafir — well then come widdit
Verse Three: Saafir the Saucee Nomad
Some spit it, but my saliva is liver
Spit stenches drenches been intricated, flow braggarts
Act cynic thyroid thermia hypodermic
How I earn it squeezing juices, one-hundred
Percent concentrated on easing nooses around the necks
Of tricks, probably won’t get this
Thick hottie body carberuator
I’m the un-priggish well cat led bredded-well ill verse my
Will is ho gung for the fortune
Can spell hearse with the same Addams Family apple grapple hook
Crooked, flier I fly crooked
For the crew, Hobo Junction, in a few I’ll plan
Father soldier and when they’re older I’ll teach them off
Killings of confidence and to be omnipotent with content
Accomplishment for gladiation I’m done
With training of explaining as the crates in plan be
Attack instructs me to hit the yak
I’m here, on purpose
The Nomadic, addict, merchant
We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
Well then come widdit
All around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
Well then come widdit