Words form on the page, I don't even write...
Better believe it, like you thought you were dreaming...
Woke up to a steaming strike...
Burned your face... need cold water, stat.
Mother Nature, I father that.
I don't bother rap with the simpletons, but the world is only so small
- that they keep slipping in.
Motorola retro - I'm about to flip again.
Fuck it, I guess they were waiting. I'm dressed for occasion.
My specialty, aiding your death wish... no escaping this.
The beat nuts, I know it is.
All the tom foolery is over with... Doesn't have to be snowing, no one as cold as this.
To keep going back to the scene of the crime, repeating the line.
Open the door, come and meet with the mind
- that doesn't quit. Matter fact, it's on overtime, because of it.
OJ's glove, they don't have to discover that it doesn't fit.
I just left the mother-ship, my nature is ill.
They're awaiting this skill, it's sacred, f'real.
Painting the building with my thoughts - it's quite marvelous.
Nice artistry. Or however you put it - not with the jargon, b.
I'm not for the faint of heart; most of you couldn't gargle me.
Or swallow it, so just acknowledge my accomplishments...
It's not that hard to say, bars displayed like a torture rack.
Lost my love for the game, I had to force it back.
All that new acclaim is the same, I know that there's more to that...
'But this is the support for all of the doors they lack.
Pride and prejudice defy my lines and sentences...
But they can't deny my penmanship... is fire, while they're on the bench, and shit.
I wouldn't have mentioned it, but I got a bone to pick with you new school cats...
With your overused Youtube tracks.
Going back and forth in your disses, hoping to attract you a following...
I snap on all of them, because it lacks the common sense.