You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they about me for the last few months too loud Maybe it's time I 'em what I think about them Can't hear it coming down the hallway from the parking lot It's too Freeze my all up in it Slow Don't on my fate fall on my faith, oh Don't on my fate Don't on my faith, oh fall on my fate Don't on my-
concentrate against the clock I race Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a pace Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre in that marijuana tape I got a chronic case And I ain't blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face I know this time and Dre, they won't tell me what not to say And me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that "Not Afraid" One last time for If my response is late, it's just how it takes To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far
rappers are like Hunger Games One minute, mocking Jay Next minute, they get they from Migos, then they copy Drake Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and away But all the I call it "Walk on Water" gate had as much as I can tolerate I'm sick and tired of waitin', I lost my patience I can take all of you on at once You want it, You got it!
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Somebody tell Budden I snap, he better fasten it Or have his body baggage The closest thing he's had to is smacking bitches And don't make me have to give it back to Say this shit is trash again, I'll have you like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot
Lacking it, "he ain't spit like this in his last shit" Hoe, you go back and listen You know me better, I'll slow up, let up Call it traps 'cause it's a setup Hopin' that you rappers fall in Dre said, "Hold head up" Kathy Griffin ammunition, slap the clip and cock it back on competition, this is how I shot a head (pew)
Gabby Giffords, my attack is viscous, jack the ripper, in business Tyler create nothing, I see why you called a faggot, bitch It's not just you lack attention It's 'cause you worship balls, you're sac-rilegious If you're critique me, you better at least be as good or better
Get Earl, the Hooded Sweater, whatever his name is to help you put some words, more than two letters The fans waited for this Like the feature when I stole show Sorry if I forever
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Just remember-I was here you And I'll be here after you your run-in for you Detract this, I might to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew what the doctor ordered Revenge is the best Increase the dose, unleash the Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves, they suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a to 'em See the show, parasite needs a host
Then give Album of the Year to that no one's ever even heard of All I know is I wrote every single word of I ever murdered to separate the sheep from goats And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in When rap it most, I was that wing in the prayer A of hope, the B-I-R-D in the air Somewhere, some kid is bumping this he lip-syncs in the mirror That's who I'm doin' it for, the I don't really even care
But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford in my pocket how I'm buryin' these artists On the it turns to minus Mines is various as hardly and scary is you prolly can compare me to your car 'cause I'm barely gettin' started And as far as Lord Jamar, you leave me the hell alone Or I'll show you an clone Walk up in house you own my pelvic bone
You should tell a and go fetch me the remote Put my feet up and make myself at home I here, clown! Don't tell me the culture I the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, and moaned, but I'm not gonna fall... bitch!
too loud Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the lot It's too Freeze my all up in it Slow