Check it yo Individual nigga, with the swindling Slither through cracks like diggers Shivering timber contender Numero Uno one eighth Unlaced on your dumb face, Ya fun face These niggas want case? They catching stomach aches The runaway, the lyrical rusher Not indestructible but I’m tougher Train of your thoughts Who’s the conductor? I’m no bluffer Done with this shit, I’ve had enough of Frustrated Give up cause I hate it, it’s outdated The radical brother bandit The revolutionary, I’m battling Others even if they shootin’ Or really sucker Dramatical covers leave em like Stalley without the struggles Broke me down to the School, B and beat You hear me fucker? Listen when I form rhymes they on time Never slackin’ I make it happen Cause I’m rapping just for your mind But mentally I’m V.I.P, no empathy For when I’m thinking how, Ima just stay Higher then my temper be, Angry black man You need my proof show them my CAT scan You see my fam and all my friends With whom I used to slap dance, pick up a fat plan A mastermind when I’m in motion Wet niggas like the ocean, after lines I’m promotin’ Necessary, for the good of all of my people My heart and my cerebral are a combination lethal I never [?] you, my shit is real and in physical pain Feelin’ this drizzle of rain, fuck all the riddles and games I go on, better tune in because the show on I formulate the theory with my brain and my flow on Matched by no one, rapping shogun I’m throwing on my champion foodie And I’m lampin’ what’s goodie And you can try to win but if you can’t tough cookie You and your whole crew get schooled fuck Tookie If you want to give me something for Christmas I love pussy But if you want to act like fools I just cooked thee Blink in my eyes, don’t even think in time And it ends when my pens outta ink from rhymin’ Discover new Ideas I try to link my findings My lines hot enough to make you think you dyin’ No paramedics, cause you understand I had to said it My maddest method got you hitting all your calisthenics And how I bend it, the vocal at will I get half the props from Buffalo to Catskill And ask Wifey how her back feel Tell her to act real, but fuck a couple though I mack mills Before you rewind to the start of this verse Check the disposition of a true artist who hurts But I keep on moving, I keep the song grooving Calm and soothing, y’all niggas need more improvement But ‘bout to make you open your eyes a little bit It’s two thousand eleven, we live in this, bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.