So let me explain the game,
Break it down a couple of levels like Tetris:
These young uns kill they own blood for a necklace,
Leave ya slumped over the wheel of ya Lexus,
Smoke kush, wake up and eat breakfast…
…what the fuck you expect?
My rhymes make niggas rebuild like water damage…
You can hear the seven sins
Blowin’ through the ghetto wind…
They tell me ‘find God’ like I don’t know where He at.
And if He lost, then why we followin’ Him?
Just acknowledge the fact that a Father exists,
And a Devil’s alive…I’m just caught in the mix.
We in the 25th hour,
It’s now or never.
We gotta get it ‘fore it’s gone forever.
In the end, time waits for no man…
What’s your plan?
It’s a new year, new year, new money, money!
Niggas’ rap albums sound like love letters,
Pen in my hand, like: damn, fam, I could do much better.
I never understood Planned Parenthood,
Cause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in the hood.
The military ain’t there for the people’s protection,
They’re just there to protect an investment.
That’s why people get arrested, electrocuted, molested,
Connected streets are infested with those tired of protesting.
Traumatized children grown in guerrilla garrisons,
9/11 generations pale in comparison.
And you will learn a lesson repeated through history:
That no matter what you think, occupation is not victory.
Took a vow to protect and serve,
All you do is disrespect and murder.
I ask that you not hurt my kids;
This is where you work…this is where I live.
They say ‘Love Jesus’ and ‘Listen to your pastor,’
But Jesus told the truth, and the pastor’s a lying bastard.
All he talk about is economic elevation,
And all Jesus talked about was soul salvation.
Jesus sat with the sick and he walked with the poor,
If He gave blood for our sins, why we giving more?
I got some Gangster Disciples at church with me tonight,
With five dollars worth of gas, and a matchbook to light.
Tell ‘em the truth and they call you a traitor,
Talk to ’em honestly and they call you a hater.
Love is love, love is real, love is great.
But when it isn’t reciprocated, it could become hate.
Fuck a moment of silence…I need a moment of violence.
They say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we related…
Cause I’m the most slept on, and the most hated.
Cloned chickens walking around without heads,
The food is contaminated, the water got lead in it.
Population control, make the babies sick,
All these RFID chips, RU-486…
This is a war against consciousness,
Controlling your soul, sort of a psychological dictatorship.
And we are on the front lines,
Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime.
The business of beauty isn’t a natural model;
It’s built to be the opposite of the cultures we topple.
These magazines got you caught in a hustle,
Cause when you starve yourself, your body doesn’t burn fat, it burns muscles.
Mix me with violence, blend me with peace,
Combine me with hate, and I can’t face defeat.
The purpose of life is a life with a purpose;
So I’d rather die for a cause than live a life that is worthless.
How could you possibly stop the apocalypse when I’m atomic bombin’ the populace?
Fuck a blog, dog, cause one day we gon’ meet.
When you fall for a girl named Hope
How you gonna have any when she decides to go?
I swear these niggas from the future…
Where they got camouflage chains and invisible gats
Cause I don’t see none of the shit I hear in their raps.
Nigga hit me on the Sidekick sayin’ he gon’ shoot me:
Soundin’ like a real groupie.
He a bitch with a heater like Lara Croft,
He gonna get his ass wet like Noah’s Ark.
Got the choppa won’t hesitate to squeeze,
Get his ass cut like a Whopper with Cheese.
Linguine linguistics that left my verbal essence saucy,
Send a message, leave you sleepin’ next to headless horsey.
I just need the junkies and the liars and the thieves,
I need the pimps, prostitutes and pushers out in the streets.
That’s where I’m seeking God, cause that’s where He found me.
I don’t see the world as you see it.
I see it as a game, and my aim is to complete it.
What you live for is what you die for:
To make a little name, grab some fame and the high score.
I heard when I talk, they all listen,
They hang on every word from the God, they all Christians.
I baptize ‘em with lines, this is y’all christenin’
Bless with the gift of my presence, this y’all’s Christmas.
I am to hip-hop what Obama is to politics
I’m a firm believer that we all meet up in eternity,
Just hope the Big Man show me some courtesy
If there’s a heaven, I can’t find the stairway
I got Lamborghini dreams, eastside nightmares
Movin white…my ice is cool as the night air
We shoppers, you bloggers.
If money talks, you mumblers.
You try it on, then take it off,
Then post a pic on your tumblrs.
I made a new lane for myself and said, ‘Fuck it.’
Why Rage Against the Machine when you can just unplug it?
I’m puttin’ pressure on you kids like I’m a soccer mom.
$5 gas and poverty rates are rising much higher than your hourly rate.
So if you thinkin about quittin, you should probably wait,
Cause everybody has to do a fuckin job that they hate.
When I met you it was magic…
We polar opposites, but attracted like we was magnets.
Am I really just a narcissist,
Cause I wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque?
If you turn on TV, all you see’s a bunch of ‘what the fucks.’
‘Dude is dating so and so,’ blabberin about ‘such and such.’
And that ain’t Jersey Shore, homie that’s the news.
And these the same people supposedly tellin us the truth.
Limbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist
Gaza Strip was gettin bombed, Obama didn’t say shit.
That’s why I ain’t vote for him, next one either,
I’m a part of the problem, my problem is I’m peaceful
And I believe in the people.
Niggas’ rap albums sound like love letters,
Pen in my hand, like: damn, fam, I could do much better.
Rockin’ gay apparel, them jeans will make you sterile,
I’m steady stockin ammo, cocking the double barrel.
It’s hard bein’ real in a world that’s a fallacy.
The colder the weather, the bigger the gun
Got to rock a lot of clothes if you tryina hide one
In June it’s .22’s, February it’s fifths
But all year round, it’s 616.
See me looking like Atlas, when he handle the globe.
I see you looking like Alice, Wonderland is your home.
It makes me wonder if you practice your flow…
You niggaz ain’t killaz…you caterpillars.
Every little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he just like Gucci, born in the trap.
Real dudes move in silence…like a mute drivin a new hybrid.
Call me Charlie Bucket, attitude is fuck it,
No golden ticket so I’m ballin on a budget.
The sky is falling, the wind is calling,
Stand for something, or die in the morning.
Large Professor, none greater none fresher,
Won’t fold under pressure…grew up down the road from Fran Drescher.
Mr. Beck, Mr. O’Reilly, Mr. Limbaugh, Mr. Hannity,
How could you sell white America your insanity?
You tell them that they’re different and manipulate their vanity
When truthfully, financially, their life is a calamity.
Otherwise they wouldn’t be listening to the remedy,
So they is not as broke as the people that they don’t want be.
Convincin’ em that rich Republicans is what they gonna be,
So they act like Ronald Reagan, and like him they awful actors
Who look up to the rich, like dumb kids look up to rappers,
And that’s about as dumb as a donkey pullin a tractor.
Yes, that’s a Democrat diss, I’m a detractor,
So whether you vote right or vote left, it’s not a factor
When you ain’t got no care for your health…ay this America
They gon’ put your ass in debt…sumtin terrible
So you can disrespect presidents, and call them Socialists
But Palin and Pelosi both gon’ have you broke as shit.
Roll big blunts, a whole ounce of reefer
Rocked that ‘Black and Yellow’ before Wiz Khalifa
It’s a killer bee color scheme
The pressure is harsh and maybe I was destined to break,
Stay official when your brother’s a fake.
You ain’t as hard as you act.
When I GPS ‘pussy,’ I end up at your welcome mat…
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive.
You owe dough? You ain’t give up that cheese? Hey…
Sooner or later, you’ll Pay, Pal (no eBay).
Last time I failed is when I fell in love with distractions.
This is a robbery, boy, gimme them dollars.
We hit the lottery, boy, it’s in ya wallets!
You were perfect before you went on a diet,
You was way thicker, you think I don’t remember?
Shit…the magazines got to ya head…
Pain took the softness away and left the hard half.
You gotta get back to your essence,
Use your gifts and share your presence,
Don’t count your dollars ‘til you count your blessings.
I never see the whips niggas be claimin’ they drivin,
I guess ‘entertainment’ means blatantly lyin’.
It seems a nigga can’t get a job but CAN get arrested.
Thought shit was changin’ with this black president shit…
My hustle’s the play,
That means the hood is a stage.
Been rehearsing for days…
I’m like Demerol…
No disrespect to the Jacksons, but I kill mics.
Pass me the scalpel, I’ll make an incision,
I’ll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching…
I got a voodoo doll every time I pen a verse:
Not only do they say they feel it, but they say it hurts.
If you are not performing fellatio for radio rotation,
What’s the ratio for radio play at your station?
If you’re not paying to play, the record is dead.
Puts a whole new spin on ‘Radio-head’
We was sneakin’ in and it was general admission,
Now we ownin’ the arena and decidin’ who allowed in it.