up and coming emcees, I've got a question, If I made a Secret Wars Part Two, would your name even be mentioned? Would you make the final cut? I make even
this Self-destructing dance that never would've ended till I Rose, I roared aloud here I will I am. I am I will So no longer Will I Lay down Lay dead
't get it twisted, I still click clack things Red beam attached to each and every strap That I keep locked up in my basement If I shoot a nigga will I
monsoon wedding up in here Soon as we touch ground "tusi chad chak dey" Say what? We gonna tear the roof up And get crunked on "garam chai" up at the bar with my feet up
me when I'm going, I don't hear myself We 'bout to drop, drop, drop, drop You can bring the beat up a little bit in the headphones Bring the beat up
If I could have a minute please, then I'll bring you to your knees. This contagious chemistry is killing me. Oh you'll never dissapear, until I give
twisted, I still click clack things Red beam attached to each and every strap That I keep locked up in my basement If I shoot a nigga will I be known
s army?s in 2 all up track team Till I got shot and infiltrated the rapscene Had clean my life up, doc give me vaccine Don?t get twisted I still click
selves. Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same
I wander though, where I'm a go How I'm a flow, they baffle how I'm on the dough, on the low Babygirl I'm honorroll and right now I'm on a roll Born
Before I go (whoooo) Momma momma I know I'm selling this marijuana god I do what I wanna but god they won't give me a job I scream and I holler and even
a rockstarand dream, I can't dream right I'm paid for, and dreams will never be the same for me, and I can't breathe right I'm paid for. When you pay
other words I apologize Not for telling the truth, but about the lifestyle I glorified Now everlying I have heard and seen much shit But through it all man, I
fall Specifically as planned If common sense is heating hear I don't think you'll be thinking clear Your eyes for me Are always looking up Woah! How I
that's what I'm talking about Ya see I'm coming with the healing plan Leaving my enemies running like a ceiling fan Now while the rest assume I let my
nuts Roll up on you while you rolling a blunt They say keep your enemy close Keep my enemy close - for what? I catch my enemy close, I'm a roast his guts
of finding so much more) But I'm never dividing the bread Bitch I bet I get the debit if I don't get the cred (I deserve) Throwin' westside up like