There's not much you do or say to phase me People think I'm a bit crazy I get it from all angles, even Doc Drezy'll Have to step in every once in a to save me
To make me stop and think about it 'fore I say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may A lot of probably wouldn't know how to take me If heard some shit I layed to tape 'fore they erase me
I may be a little too fast-paced and Sometimes the listener rewinds and plays me times 'cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm going too fast cause my is racing
And I could give a fuck what you place me Long as when I'm up daisies and gone As long as you place me amongst one of them I the heavenly gates, I'd be cool beside Jay-Z
For every die-hard fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the in which God gave me And I'm for the environment that he placed me it or not, I thank my mom, far as she raised me
In a daily that jumped and chased me It only me what I am today See of what anybody believes who hates me You ain't gonna make or me
Tryin' to strip me of my credibility or me look fake, G You're only be in for a rude awakening 'Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna me And when you face me all the shit you've been savin'
To say to me, you had all this time to about it Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out, me 'Cause I've patiently waitin' for the day we finally meet, in the same place to see
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, never enough
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
My flow's untouchable, now you face it Uh oh, it gets when I go back to the basics You gon', say the wrong shit and get your whole split The of victory love it so much I can taste it
I spot my target, blaze it, hit, graze it Your peace talk, save it, your shit sounds, over-rated, I'm obli-gated To study moves then crush you motherfuckers
If I'm the best and the then God's gift is a curse trained 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 ain't gotta it Shoot it or pop it, it bag it or chop it It get you high and over but you gotta cop it When it's hot hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
No matter how many I been in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, it's never
No matter how battles I been in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No how many MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough