Faith Doctrine (feat. Beace)

Uh, I ain't never gon' die! You a muhfuckin' chicken, you ain't never gon' fly Don't worry bout mine! You can't come and get it What if Jordan played without Pippin What matters is that it's scripted, I'm living within these words The mic has shifted, I've risen you heard Detroit number streets, gutter as rice and buttered beans Hustle I can instruct you on how to be sucker free My chicks divas, ya'lls barely hit the meter We bangin' the yard, ya'lls ain't banging as hard We was pitchin' raw, ya'lls wasn't crankin like ours! Takin' steps, not elevating like ours! This rap game easy, like Lil' Wayne, or Jeezy Not saying it's easy when he's making a CD But it's gon' take more than a streak to feed me A dog chain to leash me, A soft blade to crease me We are not the same species! Therefo', spare no expense in tryin' to take the game from beneath me He who works like a slave, eats like a king Boxspring to left wing linsguistic strings Scheme on millions on my first leap, my district sings 7-6-0 Beemer, equipped with wings, no ceiling Blowin white widow, Chris Spielmans I may face east, and get to kneelin' (Bow Bow Bow) While some get shot, some die, none healing I'm a soldier, cobra venom or the shots won't get 'em Pop a loader in your hemi, hit a semi and flip it Told ya, "Oprah in the air!" The Color Purple the chemist Rhyme swine flu pandemic, stemmed from arsenic damage Deep wounds, off protools, your carcass'll vanish Deep tombs, with dark cemetery plots, Atlantis Never found, like Hoffa bones or Iraq weapons boom We been the dopest Son'll catch like Jehovah Shut the game down, it's over Snare strike like a cobra Colder this year, front-runner Get it in gear, you bringin' up the rear Comp aint nathin We spit a doctrine you can put your faith in Battle me better have a sick plan Come wit' a army, nigga Talkin' 'bout a hundred man Never live 'laxed Studied combat Under Pressure, fuck around and make me relapse Shit ain't changed, it's the same old loop Same walkin' time bomb, first nigga to shoot Wisemen.com, nigga, same old group Camouflaged in the Coup, I be shittin' on niggas Did you miss me? Now I'm back, sittin' on stacks Watch, the pressure build up, make it hard to relax Never testified once, raised my hand to the facts Keep that mac Keep a bad bitch, that's strapped Known to glide when I fly, while your wings just flap This is real rap capital Salute on the map We been the dopest Son'll catch like Jehovah Shut the game down, it's over Paper is my weapon of war, right or wrong I am who I am, I'm a man of few words With novelist nerves, throwin' model-less curves The boatanist herb, keep my mind hoppin' curbs Dropped on the first, then I copped a new curse Lyrically Jack Johnson, floatin' and dodgin' Reboundin' like Rodman Slide in my draft day suit, like Jonathan Ogden I pierced the coastline with My tax bracket is like Rafael rackets My bones is magnetic, my wallets kinetic I got on late 'cause I'm ahead of my time Poverty's defined, revolution and crime We been the dopest Son'll catch like Jehovah Shut the game down, it's over Snare strike like a cobra Colder this year, front-runner Get it in gear, you bringin' up the rear Comp aint nathin We spit a doctrine you can put your faith in