Breakfast of Champions (feat. Khingz)

Yeah yeah, I'm my own man now I gives a fuck what you say when I'm not around Cuz in the end I got you singing my shit Got you singing my shit, got you singing my shit So what what, what the fuck you talking about? It don't matter to me if you don't know me now Cuz in the end I'll get you singing my shit Get you singing my shit, get you singing my shit Yeah, sounds stay ambient, this is a story of Breakfast of Champions and dinners for warriors West coast whistles, death to accordions My words are Jericho missiles flying out of the orient Recording life as it's passing me by In each and every moment I'm always grabbing the sky Stay persistent with a sharp view, axe in my eye Fuck a piece, I want a rack of the pie Stack em up high, striking fear into the ceiling Screaming WEST SIDE until they fucking feel me So let me toast to my folks I love most with some smoke Who are ghost from the life style of a lok We stay broke but never stay broken Cuz shit always happens so I stay coasting Put it in a rap and it's how I stay coping Foot to your back if you fuck with my hopes and All I... All I... Ever wanted was to live life free now So I'm... So I'm... Always on it while I'm repping sea-town Yeah yeah, I'm my own man now I gives a fuck what you say when I'm not around Cuz in the end I got you singing my shit Got you singing my shit, got you singing my shit So what what, what the fuck you talking about? It don't matter to me if you don't know me now Cuz in the end I'll get you singing my shit Get you singing my shit, get you singing my shit KA-dot-LIL, voice of thunder Black horse rider, I am the force of hunger I-pray god while I prey upon beats with the teeth of jaws May what we sing reach the lost May I not repeat what the weak leak in songs Be speech but kill beasts in streets cuz I'm A panther with flannels and black glasses Emerald city, I'm Osborne like Black Sabbath My path is littered with broken hearts and scattered ashes Shaky hands and guilt from real past actions My raps are transactions Between white rage and black passion Was cash lacking, now rack stacking Save it I know who wrote me off Khingz was suppose to blow when Geo quote his song Gave people my soul and folks chose to pawn But K is a poem wrote by the ghost of Ra Yeah yeah, I'm my own man now I gives a fuck what you say when I'm not around Cuz in the end I got you singing my shit Got you singing my shit, got you singing my shit So what what, what the fuck you talking about? It don't matter to me if you don't know me now Cuz in the end I'll get you singing my shit Get you singing my shit, get you singing my shit I turn my pain into a song and now they (Singing my shit) Like I'm dead and gone they'll be (Singing my shit) I want the whole world to be (Singing my shit) I won't stop till every single kid up in this bitch walks up to their moms and start (Singing my shit) Even when it sounds wrong they'll be (Singing my shit) They'll sing the whole song when they singing my shit Yeah they singing my shit, when they singing my shit they Look at me like rap is back But you can't see what I'm trying to do like Itachi's Sharingan was infected with cataracts Or like riding with tinted windows rolling in a Cadillac Or not being a witness when I'm packing a mac in the back of ac Gassing it back in the back of lac Feeling like that rose that grew from a crack But the fact that I rap and it happens like brrrapp I just can't help it, rest in peace Big Pun cuz I got to pass it back And if you ever felt it listening to any of my raps Know that the fact that you did means I'm just like you And don't ever think for a second you can't do this too And don't ever let no one tell you, you can't touch that moon Cuz I know what it feels like when you don't know what to do Man I took my lumps and got back up like fuck the world I've had enough And all the bullshit that you deal with when you feeling lost and stuck It's cuz you're malnourished that you think it can't be done And so I feed you, Breakfast of Champions