[Verse]
These n***as want a' encore like a n***a all finished
Y'all n***as synthetic, and my verses all sophisticated
And implemented
N***as try to tool me, like I'm some type of utensil
Jet number 2 pencil
As if anyone in this world is foolin' me
N***as tryna wear me out like some type of jewelry
Muthafucka, what you think you do to me?
You will see; lyrically, only few can compare 'em to me
N***a, I'm a certified heat-spitter
Bed-spread, sheet-splitter
Spit so sick, my teeth slit ya; I eat and shit ya
Even my weakest shit'll get you all fired up
Kill the game, talk shit, Chad Johnson wired up
Verses start a fire up; bars like wooden logs, n***a
I'm Godzilla; "Gayaka!"
Anger in my veins, n***a ain't shit changed
Still spit fly sick shit; vomit in the sky for ya
Clean that vomit up, I'm a comet in the sky
And these n***as lookin' for my weaknesses
I can show you each of them, then eat the shit
Even my weaknesses is too high to reach the shit
N***a, what is you sayin'?
The whole world wanna see me fall
I'm just tryna ball hard just for the fuck of it
Hater n***a, suck a dick!
Wrekless, seldom any muthafucka touchin' this
Lu, V.C., BeeGee, Hitman, R TuNE, Jet 2
Stuck to the game like a fuckin' tattoo
Beauty is skin deep, I am under that too like elevator buttons
N***as on the floor just love to hate him for nothin'
Gotta talk about the flow, got a flow like a tadpole
Bitch, I'm raw like underneath the bathrobe
Bitch, I'm raw like underneath the bathrobe
Cookin' in the kitchen-
Ah, bitch, I'm raw like uncooked chicken
Flow so hot, I'll be cookin' the kitchen
While they lookin' and wishin' I'll be puttin' division
In different rhythms that'll multiply the vision, get it?
Flow so si-di-ck
Instrumental plays; thoughts flow under four minutes
Strudel through you like I'm toastin' it
Persona so humble, but in the end I gotta show off
Like the hostess
Most of these n***as cream filled, still didn't get it
See this n***a spittin' ball blue like an overload of semen
My team of green needs its big baby back; no fetus
No ribs, no homo, just Glenn Davis
Fuck grown men-haters
Got a flow like Lakers
I bid you friendly adieu; salam salakum
N***as never know with the flow, where I'ma take 'em
I be talkin' to the music, bitch it's a conversation
Contemplatin' when I'm the greatest
Old friends askin' when I'ma make it
Answer for them is, "time is patience"
I's awaitin', wink wide, eyes awake, so
The flow never closed; rather ride it naked
Full contact; no eye replacement
Uh, n***a to the game, my relation
Chew the game like a taste test
Let my lyrics bleed on the track like a Playtex
N***as plant seeds, reap, sow, grow trees
Take the fruit off the trees that Eve ain't ate yet
Ask for permission just in case it's forbidden
Now it's Christmas Eve in the Garden of Eden
And Eve, I beat it from the morning to evenin'
Faith in my flow, only God I believe in
Now demons after his neck is livin' at peace with him
Peace, n***a!
Paint all pictures from a flow that slips like Schlitz malt liquor
Perfect take even if it's a double take
I'ma take the game even if it's a hundred takes
And as for the summer, wait
I'm quick to cool you n***as off like ándale under a lake
You could drown in the bait like a fishin' line
After hits like everything that a pitcher flies
Uh, I make hits, you can't pitcher mines
Beat her like Geeter, go dumb in the shit like Peter
I'ma beast her, I'm a dog, I be on the shit like Louis and Bryan
N***a! I guess you better know yo' Family Guy
Tell stories like alibis, n***as try to act manly, I
Just keep it one-hundred 'til I'm standin' on a summit
With the basis of my plan
And I plan to go one-hundred and ten percent
Again, again, again, again
You get the point like pencil lead, you pencil head
I'll probably erase ya
N***as got an edge so sharper than acacia
Sharper than a pin and ribbon just in case ya
Thought it was the pen I was mentioning; no paper
You n***as be slow paper, I'm after the paper like pen-cil
But I never kiss the rose, hater
Uh, mo' money, mo' haters, and mo' hoes
But n***a, don't let the hoes break ya
Don't let 'em tell you that you'll never make it