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Let the life lesson begin
Recite Reverend White rhetoric then
Be a motherfucker just like Oedipus and
Live by the sin commandments instead of the 10
Lifeâs better when you invite predators in
You should purposely misinterpret the 2nd Amendment
And buy a vest, âcause I donât mean biceps when I mention
Iâm bearing arms, yeah itâs 9/11 again
That mean Iâm fly to the death: fly terrorist been
Sexinâ your ex and her bisexual twin
Hittinâ it from the back while I am texting her friend
I spit this shit live, I exit the pen
Iâm a landmine nigga, die steppinâ to him
Come through with the drama
I donât mean a ménage à trois when I say âFuck you and your mama!â
Iâm a, deadbeat dad: I son bastards
Every rhyme in my head is an unwrapped gift
Iâm a writer, with Mark Twain to claim
Stark raving angry; Iâll bite you
With sharp fangs that drain your vein
Iâm flyer; the archangel came to save
The Dark Ages, like arcades, the game it changed
The âUâ Gang, start murdering drums
The four of us connect to the beat like heart chambers
Man, I got shooting guard game, I aim
This king flash heat: Iâm LeBron James and Wade
Listen now you can call it boastinâ
But Iâm a superstar; yeah you in awe
You and all your folks look close
Iâm exuding all this dopeness
When I flow Iâmma move in no emotion but anger
I canât explain Newtonâs Law of Motion
But when the tool gets drawn, you be???
I donât like you rappersâ snide attitude
I knock you out the high-class like you dropped outta school
Yâall ainât got bars like serviceless phones, yet you think you can bust
No lie, I got more lines than Cingular does
Donât get it twisted like phone cords tangling up
Iâm off the hook nigga, and Iâm far from hanginâ it up
They shake like cellies on vibrate when shitâs ringing
âCause Iâll hit you from long distance when banging a snub
Donât question my excellence; me wreckinâ it is definite
Your life will stop when death ends it, by the .38 specialist
Death to whoever think they wrecking it better
Iâm hot as being left in the desert while dressed in some leather
But cold enough to change the temp: I can mess with the weather
Have you questioning whether
My jab may be messing with Weatherâs
My pen bleed black poison on inkpads
The shit Iâm on is dope: I need rehab
No bullet can match how fast I throw each jab
Iâll hang you by your ankles and use your face as my speedbag
My niggas listen to this verse and see why Iâm on some cocky shit
Wonât stop grinding âtil my bills on some Cosby shit
I wish you would try to rob me for my rocky wrist
I swing on niggas over ice on some hockey shit
I come out to play when the dayâs finished
See the gauge in the vague image of a crazed menace
You rain and miss shots, race through the rain dripping
Iâll move you into a ditch: youâll become a grave tenant
My medallion is dressed in astounding Baguettes
Hanginâ and danglinâ from the rocks surroundinâ my neck
A beast on my King Kong shit, pounding my chest
Constantly bustinâ just âcause I love the sound of my TEC
Listen, got a problem? Come try me
Come test if you want, itâs whatever
Point your Beretta, my knife is still under your sweater
You think you sick, we
Iâll put you 6 feet deep where the wind donât blow
Now you really under the weather
Yeah, you really under the weather
You shouldâve brung an umbrella
Whatâs the meaning of handgun?
Hand a gun to a fella
Iâll Heimlich the trigger, you die choking
My gun got a hole in its lung: it wonât stop smokinâ
My son got a hole in his lung: it was shot open
Bloody âredrumâ when we come is the blockâs slogan
Get your spot broke in
Get your pockets ripped off
Nigga guap stolen
Before cops stroll in
I dipped off
Nigga, I go in
Macho men
Watch yoâ chin
Ox-o-gen
Is leavinâ your body
Collapse and youâre through
Gatâs finna spew
Cats introduced
To hell; Iâll relax in your room
Chill under your bed, until I pump lead
Through the mattress and you
Yeah, Iâm killinâ niggas if Iâm feelinâ they want war
High off every pill in the drug store
Willing to kick in your front door
Now Iâm stickinâ my dick in your young whore
While she screaminâ and kickinâ, I want more
Iâm sick â the reason is unknown
Whatâs wrong with loadinâ up my gun when a love song comes on?
And shit, this is what separates us from a bunch of regular rappers
Getting back to the frontrunners
C.O.B. my religion; Iâm not atheist
Iced-out Nas alias: Godson
In the COB Iâm a patriot, just like Tom Brady is
Keep a giant Colt, stay on my Eli and Peyton biz
Colt .45: now who wanna joke?
I give a nigga a hundred punches and cut his throat
Your favorite rapperâs a bitch â I say it unprovoked
I shoot a star like the rifle came with a Hubble scope
If you donât know who we are, then you donât wanna know
Your pistol was pointed at me, but you donât want it though