There's not much you do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit I get it all angles, even occasionally Doc Drezy'll to step in every once in a while to save me
To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say Sometimes I what other people just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to me If they heard some shit I layed to tape they erase me
I may be a little too fast-paced and Sometimes the average listener and plays me Twenty times 'cause I say so many rhymes it may Like I'm going too fast cause my is racing
And I could give a fuck category you place me Long as I'm pushin' up daisies and gone As as you place me amongst one of them greats When I the heavenly gates, I'd be beside Jay-Z
For every single die-hard fan who me I'm thankful for the talent in God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment that he me Believe it or not, I thank my mom, far as she me
In a neighborhood that jumped and chased me It only made me I am today See regardless of anybody believes who hates me You ain't 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 or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the you've been savin'
To say to me, you had all this to think about it Now pussy out and try to wimp out, face me 'Cause I've been patiently 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, it's never
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how many magazines on my No how many 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 to the basics You gon', say the wrong shit and get your whole split The smell of victory love it so I can taste it
I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit, it Your peace talk, save it, your sounds, dated You're over-rated, I'm To study your then crush you motherfuckers
If I'm the best and the then God's gift is a curse Soldier to destroy, you payin' attention boy? I shit, slick shit, so quick you miss shit To be specific I go ballistic, it's
My music is a drug, press play you gotta sniff it it or pop it, roll 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 battles I been in and won No matter how many on my nuts No how many MC's I eat up Oh, it's never
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how many magazines on my No how many MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough