[Intro]
Who's up first?

[Verse 1]
I inhereted my rap name: e-dubble
From the gods above
They heard my flow when they showed me love
They showed me much
I sucked it up like a sponge now I'm rapping like I'm Biggie's son (get 'em)
You can't deny that my upbringing was
Not comparable with those hip-hop thugs
I don't claim to be one
And I know that there's some MC's that I pissed, I don't come from the slum
I don't have a gun, never did I carry one, except when I was young shooting BB's for fun
You see me and run cuz' my rhyme style's dumb
And my beats get me higher than a Philadelphia blunt
I'm Philadelphia from, I'm Philadelphia raised
I'll be back at the college just to get a little taste
Of the city life, not the gritty life
Philadelphia needs to meet e-dubble on the city lights

[Chorus]
I rap 215 and I'm so sick my lips spit shit like waste management
A suburbs kid and my prefix is what it's always been
Call my cellphone I'll answer it
[Verse 2]
I'm still better than most pack no toast
1974 and my doors don't close
Sip no (Moe's), smoke no ('dro)
211 gets you drunk even tho' it tastes (grose)
I spit on (clothes)
They work too (slow)
And ladies in the toilet that makes the shit ex (-plode)
I got no (dough), it doesn't matter (tho')
My voice still works so I still can flow (yeah!)
Switching my pitch you bitches thought I was trippin' of a flow that you heard on How we do (we do)
But this is me, this is E, this is mean
And I fuck around and change up my style like

[Verse 3]
Imma go trippin' like a Suburban
People roll up askin' me questions like:
Why did you do it?
Why did you move?
With the landscape yard and the big blue pool
You're a goddamn fool, you left the burbs
Everybody wonders why did you flip your words
And then move to the city like a fucking jerk
But guess what, I can answer you with this burp

[Outro]
*burps*