(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 wish I was form the shit i be makin up Reality's nightmare, men don't wake up In and mind, flatline, straight up through the darkness I'm and regaurdless, the wicketness, i'ma spark dis Now let me kick the wicket shit got me paid bitch Triple six, the unholy, back up boy you don't me I'll 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 takes the rich and I gives to the needy Punks don't my steelo man I rock up a kilo My zero plus i'm no super hero You say you want a revolution, well A young nigga sittin on plus i'm rich The fallen angel strangled got federal Fuck the radio and broadcast it Timothy need to be wrapped in plastic Shoot you in yo face for my respect Judgement day in my god damn tape
(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 demon ever bless the microphone As i spit curse, I watch ya brain burst It gets Nigga what the fuck you For murder raps, writers never get caught Can't understand the spell i to the mass I make a young nigga blast if i 'em the task I got sterea in ya area And in america, i'm bringin the On night