When these other rappers blow up I use it as encouragement.
They say you’re fire, like they’re no longer in need of my services.
The hustle can’t be knocked with, sweet talk, candy operatives,
Got that perfect game, she said I’m on my randy Johnson shit.
I wouldn’t buy ya album if it was standing on clearance.
You consider your failures part of the plan for experience.
If you on the road to riches, who’s the dumbass steering it.
I could pile up rocks and have cheerleaders perceiving it as a pyramid.
It’s been a long time coming,
I’m online hustling, got a show and they all on-line bundling,
my songs online buffering.
All night clubbing it,
Smoking marb-27s, on my summer shit, august 20-11,
Bitch you my number one, I’m penny collecting,
Got young bitches trying to get me arrested.
I drink more alcohol than the banks did during the 20’s depression.
Getting higher scores and you’re evidently jealous,
Cause we took the same test but I was essentially guessing,
Is you rolling? Want some e? especially for effort?
During Hannukah, my parents waited till the 8th night to tell me “you’ll never get a present.”
Nah bitch, it’s more like the present will never get me.
My life’s like never winning a ring, just trying to be content with an ESPY.
Fuck it, it’s true, and these frail fuckas wanna muscle you.
So I give you all my dick cause you look like you have nothing to do.
Getting nervous cause some Colombian pussy touching my tooth,
But I’ve been praying for pussy like this since I was kid praying there’d be a substitute.
I’m a villain pretending to be destined for heroism.
You can’t define real hip hop like the UN can’t pick a definition for terrorism.
I’m ashamed of my past like hu hefners children.
Just called up the priest for my new exorcism.
If bitches say my dick’s small I say the dude ruined my circumcision.
I can’t act right, I was never worth an audition.
Since birth I worked on encouraging addictions,
Breath all minty, verses near perfect condition.
Catch me in the newspaper by the doubt page.
Words deeper as you grow, can’t spell language without age.
I’m a beast, so ridiculous they trying to tame my outrage.
You can ask Nicholas about cage.
More drugged up than Joe Budden during his old school mouse days.
Damn, can you be more bleak?
Nah I don’t listen to your speakers’ squeaks.
Cause I only respected elders when milfs let me squeeze their cheeks.
Which one of you rappers must I decapitate?
I guess fame has to wait,
they only said the world will end in 2012,
Cause that’s the year that I graduate.
Which indirectly infers, my life was pathetically submerged.
With the in-depth ability to never let me get the credibility I deserve.
