(chorus) I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you
(verse 1) I know you I was dead form the shit i be makin up Reality's nightmare, dead men don't up In and mind, flatline, straight up through the darkness I'm heartless and regaurdless, the wicketness, i'ma dis Now let me kick the wicket shit that got me paid Triple six, the unholy, back up boy you don't me slit ya fuckin thoat plus the murder i wrote Daddy will blast for me, catashrophy When I got spliff wrote my on the wall in grafitti I from the rich and I gives to the needy Punks don't know my steelo man I up a kilo My undrstanded zero plus i'm no hero You say you want a revolution, well A nigga sittin on ammo plus i'm rich The fallen angel sev-er-al N-A-T-A-S got Fuck the and public broadcast it Timothy Mcbay need to be in plastic Shoot you in yo face for my mothafuckin day in my god damn tape deck
(chorus) I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you
(verse 2) I'm the wicketest demon bless the microphone As i spit this curse, I watch ya brain It worse Nigga what the fuck you For raps, ghost writers never get caught Can't understand the spell i cast to the I make a young nigga blast if i give 'em the I got sterea in ya area And in america, i'm bringin the On night