[Verse 1: K.A.A.N.]
I'm not a writer nor a poet
I’m a bad luck bandit
Banished and branded as a bastard
That the world left stranded
Known to get straight to the point
And move around the semantics
But I been this way since a toddler with a bottle and pampers
It ain't a question at all, nah
The writing is on the wall
Who woulda thunk it
The boy made plays like Jim Plunkett
Rose to the top with the C.R.E.A.M
While you seen your dreams plummet
I'm nothing to fuck with
Yeah I’ve readjusted
While n***as combusted
It wasn't a "how, wait, where, why or if?"
This is manifest destiny
N***as shooting blanks
They can't produce, that's a vasectomy
Me? I'm moving forward with this upwards trajectory
I just got inspired watching Scarface
The part where Tony stabbed Rebenga in the stomach
At the end of the tenth
And he dies in the street
They yelling Rebenga, Rebenga
I'm high like October's Own
My mind, it's So Far Gone
I got a date with destiny
The appointment is prolonged
I feel like Shawn Carter trying to take Beyoncé home
I got a couple screws loose
They bout to fall out my dome
Oh no, those are gems and diamonds
Not cubic zircon
Been having lucid dreams of literary looting for loot
Take these words, jot ’em down
And let the rest follow suit
Walk in the crowded building, yell "Fire" and then I’ma shoot
Too many voices in my head
Feel like they all in cahoots
A part of me is partially gone
It's like half of me died
R.I.P. to any empathy I had left inside
My lack of compassion, no rationale is needed for this
And all my thoughts they get positioned, I just pivot and swish
Show me some fuckin’ dedication, shit if it isn't this
I'll be 20 projects deep by the end of 2018
By 2019 I'm trying to add another 19
My future been bright like I’m just driving with my high beams
A hotheaded n***a, yeah my temperature is rising
I see my vision clear, ain't no need for fucking Visine
The game full of hoes, just some bros dick riding
So when the baby due, you on your third trimester?
I go back to back to back with mine
The cold trifect'a
The soul dissect'a
The flow profess'a
A dope inventor
My shit inventive
The rhyme's impressive
My mind's obsessive
I just keep pressin' and movin'
Thinking you can do the shit I do
Well gon' head, prove it
Thinking you can do it better
Well then motherfucker, do it
I get one more suggestion, I'ma motherfuckin' lose it
The fat bitch singing, that's that last song music
I'ma swan song ticking timebomb, 'bout to blow up
Impatient as a motherfucker, n***a what's the hold up
Got a skimask, looking for the cash and the weed stash
Ultra premium, you on "E" with that weak gas
Either way it goes, you know I'ma get mine
My intuition saying good things take time
Diamond in the rough, I'ma find a way to shine
N***a, I've been laying low like I'm supposed to
John Madden stat paddin' I can Coach you
The last gap of the game, I just flow through it
I'm not a sore loser, I'm a connoisseur
Carnivore, three below, very cold
Blocking out the bullshit, I'm in tune with the metronome
Better gon' head, do you
Transparent-ass n***a, all your shit's see-through
Every beat I touch I murder like I got a thousand sequels
It feel like the beginning, it's the fuckin' pre-cursor
When the big homie drop, it's gon' only get worse lil' n***a
[Outro: Al Pacino]
All I have in this world is my balls, and my word
And I don't break them for no one
Do you understand?
That piece of shit up there
I never liked him, I never trusted him
For all I know he had me set up and had my friend Angel Fernandez killed
But that's history
I here, he's not
Do you wanna go on with me? Do say it
You don't? Then you make a move