There's not you could do or say to phase me think I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even Doc Drezy'll Have to step in every once in a while to me
To make me stop and think about it 'fore I say things Sometimes I forget other people just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to me If they heard shit I layed to tape 'fore they erase me
I may be a too fast-paced and racy Sometimes the average listener and plays me times 'cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm too fast cause my mind is racing
And I could give a fuck what category you me as when I'm pushin' up daisies and gone As long as you place me one of them greats When I the heavenly gates, I'd be cool Jay-Z
For every die-hard fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the talent in God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment that he me it or not, I thank my mom, far as she raised me
In a neighborhood daily that jumped and me It only made me I am today See regardless of what anybody who hates me You gonna make or break me
Tryin' to strip me of my credibility or make me fake, G You're gonna be in for a rude awakening 'Cause sooner or later you are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the shit been savin'
To say to me, you had all this time to think it Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out, me 'Cause I've patiently waitin' for the day That we finally meet, in the same to see
No how many battles I been in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No how many MC's I eat up Oh, never enough
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how many magazines on my No matter how many I eat up Oh, never enough
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 your whole face The smell of victory love it so much I can it
I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit, it Your peace talk, save it, shit sounds, dated You're over-rated, I'm To study moves then crush you motherfuckers
If I'm the and the worst then God's gift is a curse Soldier to destroy, you payin' attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss To be specific I go ballistic, 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 high over and over but you cop it When hot it's hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
No matter how many I been 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 matter how many magazines on my No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, never enough