Something That You're Not

The last of a dying breed, who writes straight from the heart, the heart of a lion We are trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel Hatred tends to be subtle, but it's the love that we are trying to see We try so hard to be perfect, but then we feel we've gotten close We're thinking, God, was it worth it I'm obviously hurting, the truth can do that, and that's a fact Got a monkey on my back, and that's just scratching the surface I'm back with a purpose Tracks you make by swag are just worthless The rappers and preachers sitting in the traps like their churches You only worship one thing That's the crap that you purchase The media fuels it and that is why you're having these urges I ain't no preacher, but if I can, I'd like to teach you a lesson Cause I don't think that most of you understand that preaching is a blessing If I ain't reaching you, I'm sorry I'm trying to keep it in perspective If I am, then welcome to the collective What were you expecting of me Cause I'm just a normal guy When the ladies see me, they all say, I guess he's sort of fly Then I pick up the mic and it sends him right through a portal Through using this music, you can become immortal I am something that you're not, but everything that you can be Most of these rappers jealous so those fellas can stand me They don't understand that hard work leads to success I have a suggestion I think y'all better go with plan B I am something that you're not, but everything that you can be Most of these rappers jealous so those fellas can stand me They don't understand that hard work leads to success I have a suggestion I think y'all better go with Plan B Cause music ain't your cup of tea We stay MVP There ain't no other me Now MTV is MP3 So fuck with me These DJs envy me because I'm sucker free They know I'm in my zone and they want to dog me cause I ain't throwing up a bone Even when I'm on the road, I am home Home plate wait straight down the middle Hit it's goin' goin' gone I said I am on some other shit Hard straight left to your concave chest If your mom says yes, well then it's Delonte West That is if you fucking with me motherfucker, I will fuck your mother shit Dutch master, nobody raps better I said it, I bet it's the truth I'm laps past ya I'm rap pastor You lack passion I'm handing out ass whippings to you whack bastards I am something that you're not, but everything that you can be Most of these rappers jealous so those fellas can stand me They don't understand that hard work leads to success I have a suggestion I think y'all better go with plan B I am something that you're not, but everything that you can be Most of these rappers jealous so those fellas can stand me They don't understand that hard work leads to success I have a suggestion I think y'all better go with Plan B The rap game seems to mirror America We are the terrorists holding up the jets that's flying The exact thing is using fear as a weapon, creating hysteria, hoping that the death's defying When the facts claim nobody's hearing the message, They're fearing the essence of what held deep in the depths of Zion Don't act strange, our leaders use our life as currency, currently, if you say you ain't living with regrets, you lying The rap game seems to mirror America We are the terrorists holding up the jets that's flying The exact thing is using fear as a weapon, creating hysteria, hoping that the death's defying When the facts claim nobody's hearing the message, They're fearing the essence of what held deep in the depths of Zion Don't act strange, our leaders use our life as currency, currently, if you say you ain't living with regrets, you lying