If our collide (It's my world) I hope you know one of us gon' die (It's my world) It be me cus I was born to rise (Yo, my world) So when the war I you on my side (It's my world, my world, It's my world)
{*Repeat Chino from Sway and Tech's "The Anthem"] Chino the world go round... Nas from "Hate me Now"] The Illest... Blame God he breath in my lungs...
1] Don't it a comeback... I've been for years I'm like a record deal from Select ending career But does anyone care? And did dare try prepare ya? I got the world hemmed up my should've named me tailor I'll scare ya' like I knock at the front when the rents due The true, lyrical O.G., inevitable Rhymes digital decibels Louder then Busta wardrobe, and I've been foretold Ain't a tough cat in zip code, city or rural Will I become and make you a graffiti R.I.P. mural Complete with artist on how you used to be proving you're mortal victory to Chi Underneath flowers and candles from your and family The walls are reminded you should've never fucked me I take it to your f-a-c-e but respond Cus I'm the big dog, the world's a hydrant that I piss upon
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2] Yo, yeah, yo... 360 of unadulterated battle You must be wanting to challenge mine My distance is so accurate laps cameras capture it Tearing apart time's fabric, no Thirty five thousand hard drives only could store half of it That ain't the of it, I spit the blood of Christ on a catholic Lyrics specialist this a bitch rip shit so effortless Smoke method with Man being chased by thirty Methodists Seven day adventist tempt this and try to prevent So I curse like the Motto them praying/preying like the mantis in front of Mormons 'til they banished up in piss Start dramas between Amish 'til turn to Blood and Crips Go to war four continents make Saddam turn protestant Bill Clinton's advisors like look at what big mouth got us in Give the surgery ?Isaac Raveen? then mandate the extinction of all of Germany Blanket the in darkness for all eternity I'm like Jordan on the stand committing purgery I'll Hannibal, To show how African they are for thinking of us as animals I'll Mussolini, Piss in his hat and show him with all his and gases couldn't see me Resurrect Idi Amin and Then sit around exchanging war stories to show mind is sicker And of hatred, life ain't far cus if it was Biggie would still be here and wack rappers would be dead
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3] [I have Twenty-four years of being poor [I have My hometown claiming I wasn't raw [I have survived] shot at and stabbed while on tour [I have Millions of niggas stealing my metaphors For years, broken down that's thirty six months six thousand two hundred eighty hours holding a grudge A non-vocalist drama belonging in the So raw I'm charging my reflection for in the mirror Your ancient, I'm past the prehistoric stages I flip vocal booths equipped with roll and cages Temperature rise you're feeling faint when my heat You wish for death like Lady Di wish she'd wore a belt Seek help, May Day, S.O.S. Dot dot dash... I'll that ass in Morse Code Your like down syndrome I you limp home For sleeping on my Puerto skin tone (Leave him alone) And I don't a fuck who you get... I give a fuck if Jesus write your verses and Satan and God produced it I give a fuck if Puff signed it I don't give a fuck what old school rapper you getting outta I'm on my own dick like a man in solitary Release enough pollution to destroy the environment strikes again Lose your hearing my buzz CD's? Shit, I sold water to Noah during the flood
{*Repeat [Scratching Sway and Tech's "The Anthem"] makes the world go round... [Scratching Nas The Illest... God he blew breath in my lungs...