Lyrics:
risk taker
Murder your maker
I am gods creator
Don't see me with Timbaland in an elevator
Pure rapper in a class of my own
Blown the throne we'll
unfinished bidness
By all means necessary these bars are legendary
I father my own style Young Chuck Berry
The flow bi polar full of personality
Cactus Jack
trying to make me some money!!"
Stop, nigga stop, nigga freeze
But at the same time, some old rich fuck, is drivin' by with twenty ki's
Because
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther
And you could choose to, sit in front of your computer
Posin' with guns, shootin' YouTube up
Or you
they ain't ours
We got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white
from the Eastside of the city
Where things are known to go down
Spit a round with my lyrics
I’m hitting it from the ground
Let me pound
Barney Artist rep
every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by
assassinated
Master of these politics, you swear that you got options (slave)
Master of opinion 'cause you vote with the white collar (slave)
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
I'm a n**** with a 'S' on his chest
So get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip tonight
'Cause I'm scarin ya, wanted by America
(Ah-yo Cube man, they
Chevy in my yard
A white drop top, pearl paint job is hard
White plush inside southern robe is fresh
Triple gold double-A Dayton's is the best, ugh
I
Wreck League, check, protect ya neck
Stop the presses, I stress the second guesses
Punks jump up, we ain't stressin
Just aggressive by fear to beat
As I tour from Kalamazoo to the moon
Give props to the rapper, the brother dresses Dapper
Than Dan cause I'm the man I'd like to make ya toes tap
With
Wind up lock n load like Gun Jack
Dark greeting to yo head now yo health bar wack
Took time off now it’s return of the Mack
Rhymes sharp and still
that's promised, death and taxes
And a dope ass tour by L-O-G-I-C
Cordae and JID, but that shit ain't free, now check it (Sinatra)
Yeah, and on that
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
A Sketching chicks up on Letterman
Send a medal and cheque
It’s signed by an Ellen with pen in hand
I’ll fashion a bow, fashion to go
Flashing her globes at my
She fell in love with the crowd and arenas
I need that real love that Martin and Gina
Nineteen forty two I sip by the liter
She fell in love with
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
While I'm rhyming standing beside a big old white bear
Neither one of us fight fair,
You are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie
With a white
drove a Mercury Cougar
I hit her with this maneuver
He just couldn't recuper'
I'm tryna stab one like Jack The Ripper
I'm tryna stab two like Jack
got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white powders
And they
Back by poular deman, it's magic
Dedicated (yeah)
When Carlito was dying
He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby
Like fuck it,
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