There's not much you do or say to phase me think I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, occasionally Doc Drezy'll Have to step in once in a while to save me
To make me stop and think about it I just say things Sometimes I what other people just may think A lot of probably wouldn't know how to take me If they heard some shit I layed to 'fore they erase me
I may be a little too and racy the average listener rewinds and plays me Twenty times I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm going too fast cause my mind is
And I could give a what category you place me Long as when I'm pushin' up daisies and As long as you me amongst one of them greats When I the heavenly gates, I'd be beside Jay-Z
For single die-hard fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the 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 that jumped and chased me It made me what I am today See regardless of what believes who hates me You ain't gonna make or me
to strip me of my credibility or make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude 'Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna me And you face me with all the shit you've been savin'
To say to me, you had all time to think about it Now don't out and try to wimp out, face me 'Cause I've been patiently for the day That we finally meet, in the same to see
No how many battles I been in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, it's never
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how many on my nuts No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, it's never
My untouchable, now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go to the basics You gon', say the wrong and get your whole face split The smell of victory love it so I can taste it
I spot my target, it, direct hit, graze it Your peace talk, it, your shit sounds, dated You're over-rated, I'm To study your moves then crush you
If I'm the and the worst then God's gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss To be I go ballistic, it's hieroglyphic
My music is a drug, press play you gotta sniff it it or pop it, roll it bag it or chop it It get you high over and but you gotta cop it When hot it's hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how many on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, it's never
No matter how battles I been in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, it's never