No Apologies

In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up Arsenic writer, author with arthritis Carpal tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed, Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are six critics Who wait for me to slip with it, so quick This dynamite stick buried the wick, it's gonna explode any minute Some lunatic lit it and it's not Nelly Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit So stop dwelling an' I am not felling You fuckers are not ready, 'cause I got jelly, like (Beyonce's) pot belly This is destiny, yes money I'm of running So get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all 'Til I get a call that God's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny I can spit in ya face while your standin' across from me No apologies My head hit's the pillow, a weeping willow, I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows But these cellos help just to keep me mellow, hand's on my head, touched knees to elbow I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over, these cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough, so keep playing it and stand next to the subs I choke mic's like asphyxiation when I'm stranglin' my own throat masturbatin' Fuck yeah I'm a basketcase and I mastered this rap shit, 'til my ass gets wasted, 'Til my assassination 'Til I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation Fourty four mags a fascination, a taste for disaster and if that's the case then No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all 'Til I get a call that God's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny I can spit in ya face while your standin' across from me No apologies This song isn't for you, it's for me, a true MC It's what it do just to see if he still has it And if his skills mastered He's able to spill raps long after he's killed, that's a real MC Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and will in me Then expect a longer life expectancy I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me inside I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing an' mourning So I'm warning you, don't coax me It's silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be fooled The press blows up this whole thing, it's stupid They don't know 'cause they don't see that I'm wounded All they did was ballooned it I'm sick of talkin' 'bout these tattoos Cartoon did That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin' An' they can suck my dick while I'm pukin', an' you too, you can Expect no sympathy from me I'm an MC This is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G, my heart's frozen it don't even beat So expect no apologies Expect no sympathy from me I'm an MC This is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G, my heart's frozen it don't even beat So expect no apologies