I'm stuck between platinum and flop, underground and Conscious, backpack, scratch that, thing I'm between the real and the fakeness The red pill, blue pill, of the Matrix And I can't take If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face And I say in these pages Is from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this Cause I'll be debatin it, it's a bit Like it's an air virus, and this shits I'm downloadin like niggaz play this Maybe I'm buggin out, I'm on a spaceship See I was on my out chill shit The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here to lay out real shit Besides, dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims That shit got played out real See wrote him off, some said he was done Made a of, hope he enjoyed the run I don't enjoy shunned, so I'm back as Neo Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as I had the hood thinkin' he would never eat Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never I it if you said it You wrote it on online then I read it, now I it nigga bet it Cause I clearly Once "Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers callin See I remember shit spread cancer I call folks said, folk ain't answer A few chicks runnin pullin they pants up A few stopped actin my private dancer But a lightbulb hit once started to neglect me See I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy
Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya I just let niggaz get a start I to the finish, y'all sprint out chase Nah out pace, and I'll still win the race See I'm Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start You got the crown, off like Stockton It's time to work, I'm clocked in He is a problem, and bobbin' Through the speculation his label tried to drop him I can't leave, even there's big options Kev only signed me, to this shit rockin' ask me how I'm doin, I been better Stuck in cold February, with a thin I'm far a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter It's no games, just a Def Jam Don't put niggaz in the same as me I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world don't use to ink like me Niggaz even THINK like me Who sees I'm watchin, he ain't poppin' Don't deserve to drink water the tub that I wash in WAIT, start again, it's a to breath the same air that I farted in They want no parts him I niggaz categorize me If my name's on a mixtape, capitalize me I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Don't them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours I had ideas, while hittin' loot I'm red carpet, I went and copped a suit See I'm Grammy's Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch day there's a "W", it felt like heaven I'm at an actress's house, that felt neckin' R&B on, looked and felt like Gave me headache I felt like an Excedrin very fly Least until I every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes And these dudes might as be Jamie Foxx Trying to sound like somebody that died The kid keep a snub wit 'em, pair of gloves wit 'em Your first week ain't right, can't fuck wit 'em Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had of 'em Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin' sum it up to what he is about Still new to most, they still him out Things were bland, Joey seasoned him out I'm the nicest out since "Reasonable Doubt" Say it so In Peace Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low So live, who can see 'em, no guy I'm the Mets, was to be ill in '05 As ill as the flow gets, need a pill a So if you tell, I'm prepared for '06 to OD, anybody that know me Can tell you I'm bout to make feel like it's '03 More '99 No names should be but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was money around Or without Humpty around Or 50 before Em, Nas like a gun in his song Cam'ron "Children Of The Corn" Beans before the came through and try to grill 'em I'm talkin '95, Big L before they 'em Em before 8 Mile, Shyne the jail shit Canibus, no album out before the L Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and I do it all, who blendin' so well in the Talkin' Fab, back he was still spellin' his name On my Diddy shit, Grizzly shit Like back in the day when Clue all of Biggie's shit Rappers don't need with I it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I Or with Mos, Common before "Be" If they any less common, put 'em before me See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a Chill Joe stop it, speak for you, don't pop shit Fuck jail, I'm on my cop shit I that bootleg cable, it's no box shit All black, lookin' grimey in the Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me I'm out I toast somethin' tiny blaow gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth I probably fool cats, cause I don't out in some big car In the streets, like I am big star And young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up Like leavin' they career in some bitch car No names, but no sublime Nigga you know who you are, end it before it goes too far Your pub still fucked, you a liar still spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire" money Glock for money, don't try to mug me Call ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' the norm' wit 'em too many dudes out there, out performin 'em Some acquire these skills, I was wit 'em Street's askin' takin' so long wit 'em Jump Off, I'm the to happen He's the answer, the who's got the in rappin' I you ask 'em If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, I'm the Windex and a napkin New dudes is whack, some vet's is Some Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em It's a wrap, sealin' it nigga Cold out, Long Johns dealin' it nigga peelin' it nigga If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger that YAK music, don't know how to act music Gettin' my on, puttin' out "Crack Music" Car jack music, got what they lack Send my little man, get rid of the music I'm back music, that click clack music That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and music Now who said they with me They just said that with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)