With balls in his durag, he sags, fearin' no man He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands Will slice competition and just goes about his business Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig Shenanigans, and all his whacky antics in the papers Shank is danglin', the baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin' I'm hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit Child endangerment, dark brain arcane but it Mark Twainin' it
You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart Aimin' a bar chain but it carve names in it Start sprayin' and start ravin' 'em, you starve, ravin' it You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it 'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it But I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of it Elephant's eye, this of the tough element Of intelligent hoodlum, arrested development Cellar dwellers and wise intelligence, it's elementary Through hell I went, accelerate from lack of melanin Failin' in school, smart eloquent Help me to rebel against shit, so well and bent So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant Soon as I quit givin' a fuck and started to sell a bit Now just travel inside the mind of a hater 'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers "Kendrick's album was cool but it didn't have any bangers" "Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer"
"Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse" "Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger" "I didn't like the beef so I hated Might Delete Later" You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 Chambers So what they do for the greats? Pick the part of Picasso and make excuses to hate So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face, stupid You ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral, wait (Hm)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
