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You ’bout to witness hip-hop in its most purest
Most rawest form, flow almost flawless
Most hardest, most honest known artist
So skip to your lou while I do what I do best
You ain’t even impressed no more, you’re used to it
Flow’s too wet, nobody close to it
Nobody says it but still everybody knows the shit
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
I got a list, here’s the order of my list that it’s in
It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie
André from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me
More pain inside of my brain, than the eyes of a little girl
Inside of a plane aimed at the World Trade
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise
At the same time, can make you dry your eyes
With the same rhyme, see, what you’re seein’
Is a genius at work, which to me isn’t work
So it’s easy to misinterpret it at first, ‘cause when I speak
It’s tongue-in-cheek, I’d yank my fuckin’ teeth
Before I’d ever bite my tongue, I’d slice my gums
Get struck by fuckin’ lightning twice at once
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles
To fight on our own soil, no more psychological warfare
To trick us to thinkin’ that we ain’t loyal
If we don’t serve our own country, we’re patronizin’ a hero
Let the President answer a higher anarchy
Strap him with an AK-47, let him go
Fight his own war, let him impress Daddy that way
We’re all we got in this world, when it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls, two little beautiful girls
And it’s as though you feel you’ve died
‘cause you’ve been killed inside
But yet you’re still alive
Which means you will survive
Although today you may weep ‘cause you’re weak and
Everything seems so bleak and
Hopeless, the light that you’re seekin’
It begins to seep in, that’s the only thing keepin’
You from leapin’ off the mothafreakin’ deep end
And I’m harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
What I’ll never be is flawless, all I’ll ever be is honest
But I couldn’t bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I’ma hit my bottom
If I don’t pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
I’m sorry, wait, what’s your talent? Oh, critiquin’
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don’t know who the fuck y’all are
Time to separate the sheep from goats
And I got no faith in your writers, I don’t believe in ghosts
But nothin’ is feeling like anyone has any fuckin’ ability
To even stick to a subject, it’s killin’ me
The inability to pen humility
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don’t we make a bunch of
Fuckin’ songs about nothin’ and mumble ’em?
I’m a God to you, y’all better worship the water I walk on
Finger on the trigger, but I’m a licensed owner
With no prior convictions, so the law says sky’s the limit
So my supply’s infinite, strapped like I’m a soldier
Thought of a scheme and it got me to thinking
If I can believe in myself, I could prolly achieve it
Don’t tell me ’bout struggle, bitch, I lived it
I was five or six the first time I got my hind end kicked
Malcolm, Isaac, and Boogie jumped me and took my tricycle
And I don’t know if I would call that white privilege, yeah
I told the woke me to go to sleep
But still, they keep on provoking me
They’re hoping to see me completely broken emotionally
But how in the fuck am I not supposed to be woke
When these fuckers just keep poking me?
If you’re still looking for smoke, I already gave you an L
I’d rather just see you in Hell, but I should get Puff on the joint (Diddy)
Wait, run it back, I said give you an L, inhale
Puff on the joint, I am the blunt you avoid
Always stay ahead of haters, let ’em hate
But never let a traitor penetrate your circle
Separate yourself from those who try to pull you down
The real ones never stray, it’s sort of like Medusa
That’s how you stay ahead of snakes
Prayers to George Floyd and Ahmaud Arbery
How the fuck is it that so many cops are dirty?
Stop, man, please, officer, I’m sorry
But I can’t breathe when I got you on top of me
Your goddamn knee’s on my carotid artery
Half of us walking around like a zombie apocalypse
Other half are just pissed off and
Don’t wanna wear a mask and they’re just scoffing
And that’s how you end up catching the shit off ’em
They say time’s undefeated
I’ma be the first one who can beat it
But I cannot lie
I got you in my top five
Worst rappers of all time
Now if rap was B-ball, I’d be Jordan-like, bitch
You wish you could score like this, yeah
Not even at half court, I’d miss