I'm haunted by my last dream I woke up from my night mare Im pushin pounds of kush Man I'm high feelin good Call me the great white, swimming in the ocean I'm coming for the blood, an I'm slick like lotion Yah sweatin so much, Put cha ass on a coaster My ego so big they call me thee boaster Head so big they can't fit it on a poster If yah not feeling me, then come a lil closer You going for the bread an I'm coming with a toaster If you wanna throw rocks, I'm coming with a boulder Teams on my back, yo put em on my shoulders I'm stackin up raps an I'm reving my motor I'm stinking up tracks, yo smell on my odor I am the cap your number one soldier Put me on the front line, an see me not flee I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee I flicked off Smoky, an burned down a tree If I'm down by two, I'm going for the three Im gonna pick tricks, don't f*ck with the treats Listen to my shit, yah don't f*ck with it, leave You call me a pussy, I am what I eat Keep spendin that energy hating on me Gimme a minute, I just gotta breathe While digging yah a grave to six feet deep I'm cooking up cowards, to beefsteak I'm tripping off powers, oh behave I mumble with a lil bit, a lil bit of rap But at least my mumble don't sound like crap I'm holding on a knife, I pulled out my back Yo f*ck this rap as I'm grabbing on my sack Jump on my ship cause I am the captain Just follow my lead cause I am line leader Too many rappers come with weak shit I'm feeling real eager, to lead us the meters Take the whole tab then we burn down the cedar Yo we are the feeders, and you are the eaters You are the students, an we are the teachers We are the gospel, as you are the preachers Im picking you off cause you sucking like leeches You bitches need god, and I am no Jesus You crumbled my heart an it fell into pieces They blew in the wind an went in the deep end I'm putting in, an done with this weak shit I'm licking on my lips as drooling my spit I wanna be famous, but I've got to admit I'm in it for the long run, Chef won't quit I'm pumping my fist as I'm riding a comet I'm writing this rap without any commas Am I going to fast, have you sweat in a sonna You getting real sick it's okay you can vomit I swing my katana right through all the drama I'm beating this up so I checked into trauma I'm doing my own shit, I'll hit cha mañana I'm cutting the grass all the way to Nirvana Practice makes perfect it simple as that Have you listen to me like addicted to crack I'll be hanging you up like a coat on a rack I'm shooting for stars an I'll never come back I'm fuckin fatigued, from giving these speeches Get me some fruit, please cut me some peaches Put me on a song, in which I can feature I'll hit every note, and I'll fill up the bleachers I hustle real hard plus I cook in a kitchen I'm stacking up cheese, I'm serving up meats And I'm tired of listening to all your bitching You want in my head I'm gonna charge you a lease Jump on my ship cause I am the captain Just follow my lead cause I am line leader Too many rappers come with weak shit I'm feeling real eager, to lead us the meters Take the whole tab then we burn down the cedar Yo we are the feeders, and you are the eaters You are the students, an we are the teachers We are the gospel, as you are the preachers
Written by: Malachai Hilt
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