In my mind I'm a fighter, my a lighter My soul is the fluid, my sparks it brighter But arsenic writer, often arthritis Carpel-tunnel, Marshal start shititis
Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and Dick-headed a brick, a big headache I'm Quick with it for every spit it There are 6 critics who wait, for me to slip it
So quit this dynamite stick, bury the It's explode any minute, someone lunatic Lit it and its not Nelly, do not tell me to yelling When I stop selling quit so, stop dwelling
I am not failing, you are not ready 'Cuz I got jelly, like on your pot belly is destiny, yes money, I'm off running, so get off of me I'm not the softening
No apologies, nah I'm not sorry You can all sue me, could be the cause of me No apologies, feeling the force of me No remorse for me, there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not even you at all Till I get a call that God's No apologies, laugh fuckers, it's all I can spit in your face while you're across from me No
My head the pillow, a weeping willow I can't sleep, a pain so it bellows But these cellos, help just to keep me on my head, touch knees to elbows
I'm hunched over, emotion just over cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I keep saying it, I can't stress it So playing it and stand next to the subs
I choke mics like When I'm my own throat masturbating Fuck yeah, I'm a case And I mastered rap shit till my ass gets wasted
Till my Till I'm slain of some fags infatuation .44 Mag's A taste for and if that's the case then
No apologies, nah suckers I'm not You can all sue me, y'all be the cause of me No apologies, y'all the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no for me
No apologies, not even you at all Till I get a that God's coming No apologies, fuckers it's all funny I could spit in your face while you're standing from me No
This song isn't for you for me A MC, it's what I do just to see if he still has it And if his mastered He's able to raps long after he's killed that's a
Real MC got you me willing or unwillingly, you still agree As long as there's this hunger, and will in me expect a longer life expectancy
I'd be a beast If I ain't had this to salvage me Inside, I'd be exploding in self loathing And mourning so I'm warning you don't me
silly, but really its sheep in wolves clothing Who only reacts when he gets don't we Fool, the press up this whole thing It's stupid, they don't know' cuz they see
That I'm wounded, all they did was it I'm sick of bout these tattoos cartoon did That's why I tuned it out I'm of duking They can suck my while I'm puking, and you too you can
Expect no from me I'm an MC, this is how I'm to be Cold as a G, my heart's frozen it don't even So expect no
Expect no sympathy me I'm an MC, is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G, my frozen it don't even beat So expect no