There's not much you could do or say to me People think I'm a little bit I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Have to step in once in a while to save me
To me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what people just may think A lot of rappers wouldn't know how to take me If they some shit I layed to tape 'fore they erase me
I may be a little too and racy Sometimes the average listener rewinds and me times 'cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm going too fast my mind is racing
And I give a fuck what category you place me Long as I'm pushin' up daisies and gone As as you place me amongst one of them greats When I the heavenly gates, I'd be beside Jay-Z
For every single fan who embrace me I'm for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment he placed me Believe it or not, I my mom, far as she raised me
In a neighborhood daily that and chased me It only made me what I am See regardless of what anybody who hates me You ain't gonna make or me
Tryin' to strip me of my credibility or me look fake, G You're gonna be in for a rude awakening 'Cause sooner or later you are all gonna face me And when you face me all the shit you've been savin'
To say to me, you had all this time to about it Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out, me 'Cause I've been patiently for the day That we finally meet, in the place to see
No how many battles I been in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No how many MC's I eat up Oh, it's never
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how many magazines on my No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough
My untouchable, now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets when I go back to the basics You gon', say the shit and get your whole face split The smell of victory love it so I can taste it
I my target, blaze it, direct hit, graze it Your peace talk, it, your shit sounds, dated over-rated, I'm obli-gated To study moves then crush you motherfuckers
If I'm the and the worst then God's gift is a curse Soldier to destroy, you payin' attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss To be specific I go ballistic, hieroglyphic
My music is a drug, press you ain't gotta sniff it Shoot it or pop it, it bag it or chop it It get you high over and over but you cop it When it's hot hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, never enough
No matter how battles I been in and won No matter how many on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, never enough