There's not you could do or say to phase me People I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even Doc Drezy'll Have to step in every once in a to save me
To make me and think about it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people may think A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to me If they some shit I layed to tape 'fore they erase me
I may be a little too fast-paced and Sometimes the average rewinds and plays me Twenty times I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm going too fast cause my is racing
And I could give a fuck what category you me Long as when I'm up daisies and gone As long as you place me amongst one of greats I the heavenly gates, I'd be cool beside Jay-Z
For every single die-hard fan who me I'm thankful for the talent in God gave me And I'm for the environment that he placed me Believe it or not, I thank my mom, far as she me
In a neighborhood daily that and chased me It only made me I am today See regardless of what anybody believes who me You ain't gonna or break me
to strip me of my credibility or make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a awakening 'Cause sooner or you haters are all gonna face me And you face me with all the shit you've been savin'
To say to me, you had all this time to 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 many magazines on my No how many MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, it's never
My flow's untouchable, now you face it Uh oh, it worse when I go back to the basics You gon', say the wrong shit and get whole face split The smell of victory it so much I can taste it
I my target, blaze it, direct hit, graze it Your peace talk, save it, your shit sounds, over-rated, I'm obli-gated To study your moves crush you motherfuckers
If I'm the best and the worst God's gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so you miss shit To be I go ballistic, it's hieroglyphic
My music is a drug, press play you gotta sniff it Shoot it or pop it, it bag it or chop it It get you over and over but you gotta cop it When it's hot it's hot, your hatin' is undeniable, it
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how 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 how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, never enough