I'm stuck platinum and flop, underground and mainstream Conscious, backpack, that, same thing I'm somewhere 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 everything I say in these Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate Cause be debatin it, it's a bit outragous Like it's an air virus, and shits contagious I'm downloadin like actually play this Maybe I'm out, maybe I'm on a spaceship See I was on my out chill shit The way Mouse kills shit, I'm just to lay out real shit Besides, other styles remind me of spinnin rims That shit got played out real See some him off, some said he was done Made a joke of, hope he the run I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm as Neo Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as I had the hood thinkin' he would never eat tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet I heard it if you it You it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it Cause I clearly Once "Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers callin See I shit spread like cancer I would folks said, folk ain't answer A few chicks runnin started they pants up A few stopped actin like my dancer But a hit once they started to neglect me See there I was, thinkin' I was all sexy
be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard' I just let niggaz get a start I walk to the finish, y'all sprint out Nah sprint out pace, and I'll still win the See I'm Other niggaz starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin You got the crown, off like Stockton time to work, I'm offically clocked in He is a problem, and bobbin' the speculation that his label tried to drop him I can't leave, even there's big options Kev signed me, to keep this shit rockin' Don't ask me how I'm doin, I better in cold February, with a thin sweater I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend It's no games, just a Def Jam put niggaz in the same sink as me I metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit don't use to ink like me Niggaz don't even THINK me Who sees what I'm watchin, he poppin' deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in WAIT, start again, a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in They want no parts him I niggaz categorize me If my on a mixtape, then capitalize me I been stopped goin' to Awards Don't need them to me, the mixtapes is yours I had ideas, while hittin' loot I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a See I'm thinking Sunglasses on, my On Top family and a bad bitch handy Each day there's a "W", it felt heaven I'm at an actress's house, that felt like R&B on, looked and felt Meagan me headache 'til I felt like an Excedrin Talk fly Least I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes And these might as well be Jamie Foxx to sound like somebody that already died The kid keep a wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em Your first week ain't right, they fuck wit 'em Now if you sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em Let me find out Hip Hop's Republican sum it up to what he is about Still new to most, they feelin' him out Things were type bland, seasoned him out I'm the nicest out since "Reasonable Doubt" Say it so Rest In Peace Luther, 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 a dosage So if you can't tell, I'm for '06 About to OD, anybody know me Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like '03 More '99 No names should be mentioned but mine, you talkin' Big Pun in his prime Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money Or without Humpty around Or 50 before Em, Nas like a gun in his song Cam'ron "Children Of The Corn" Beans before the cops came and try to grill 'em I'm talkin '95, Big L they killed 'em Em before 8 Mile, Shyne the jail shit Canibus, no album out the L shit Talkin' Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke Or Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost I do it all, who so well in the game Talkin' Fab, back when he was spellin' his name On my shit, Memphis Grizzly shit Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of shit Rappers don't trouble with I it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I Or Talib with Mos, before "Be" If they any common, don't 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 payroll cop I call bootleg cable, it's no box shit All black, grimey in the crowd Heat on him, no shirt, try me when I'm out I toast somethin' tiny that'll Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want shiney in your mouth I probably fool cats, cause I don't out in some big car In the streets, like I am some big And these young fuckers, is about to fuck up Like they whole career in some bitch car No names, but it's no Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it too far pub still fucked, you a liar money Joe's still "Pump It Up", "Fire" money Glock for money, don't try to mug me ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' the norm' wit 'em Ain't too dudes out there, out performin 'em Some these skills, I was born wit 'em Street's askin' what's takin' so 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 is whack, some vet's is has-been's Some were Top 20, I crept right passed 'em It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it Still it nigga If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger It's YAK music, don't know how to act music Gettin' my on, puttin' out "Crack Music" Car music, got what they lack music Send my man, get rid of the pack music That I'm back music, click clack music That A-Team, Muggs, Fab and Stack music Now who said they fuckin' me They just that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)