There's not much you do or say to phase me People I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, occasionally Doc Drezy'll to step in every once in a while to save me
To make me and think about it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldn't how to take me If they heard some shit I layed to 'fore they erase me
I may be a little too fast-paced and Sometimes the average listener and plays me Twenty 'cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm going too cause my mind is racing
And I could a fuck what category you place me Long as when I'm pushin' up and gone As as you place me amongst one of them greats When I the heavenly gates, I'd be cool beside
For single die-hard fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the that he placed me it or not, I thank my mom, far as she raised me
In a neighborhood that jumped and chased me It only me what I am today See regardless of what anybody who hates me You gonna make or break me
to strip me of my credibility or make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude 'Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna me And when you face me with all the shit you've been
To say to me, you had all this time to think it Now pussy out and try to wimp out, face me 'Cause I've been patiently 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 matter how many I eat up Oh, never enough
No how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough
My flow's untouchable, now you face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the You gon', say the wrong shit and get whole face split The smell of victory it so much I can taste it
I spot my target, it, direct hit, graze it Your peace talk, it, your shit sounds, dated You're over-rated, I'm To study your moves crush you motherfuckers
If I'm the best and the worst then God's gift is a Soldier trained to destroy, you attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss To be specific I go ballistic, it's
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 and over but you gotta cop it When hot it's hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
No how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my No how many MC's I eat up Oh, it's never
No how many battles I been in and won No matter how many on my nuts No how many MC's I eat up Oh, never enough