Listen, I’m at my pinnacle spitting cynical syllables and every time I attack you I’m gonna critical
If this were True Blood, I’d probably be a Fang Banger, Drew Carey just got a Hip Hop Doppelganger
Yeah I’m crazy, what’d you expect from a head case; no prize, I only rhyme for the thrill of the chase
Ready to make these straight laced fakes take a taste the bass hits em in the face like a steal mace
That’s what I’m saying, that I ain’t gonna be playing no more
I’m spraying like when Vegeta went Super Saiyan 4
If lyrics were muscle and talent was hustle I’d be so hardcore I’d be the word champ of par core
Par for the course, of course a horse is a horse, I live between the light and dark sides of the force
Don’t need a Porsche, I’m not interested in being wealthy
So long as I’m wise and equally mentally healthy
And I’m not stealthy I’m louder than most air horns, I’m a minotaur, you just can’t see my horns
So be warned, I’m not planning on holding back, I’m bout to bring back eight tracks and fanny packs
And while we’re at it let’s drop acts and be true, if you ain’t true to me at least be true to you
Don’t ever be afraid to be who you are, you don’t need to be a pop star to go far
Man I don’t do this for any reason other than love, the only thing I love more than this music is gloves
You say that your flow’s big as the ocean, damn; that makes mine the tsunami that hit Japan
That’s just who I am, rare to apologize, I’ll say I’m sorry on the day that Dick Clark dies
I’m feeling like Zack Morris, B-B-B-Bayside, deadly like a mixture of Chuck Norris and Cyanide
I want the simple life, Paris, where you at honey? Wait, you don’t know what it is to live without money
It sounds funny but it’s true, no disrespect, To Hell with Iraq, what about the projects
Cause little girls are hooking and getting knocked up What? You think Brenda’s got a Baby was made up?
This is our planet and damnit we need to do better
And I ain’t nothing but a mixture of Splinter and Shredder
I got no business to tell you how to live your life, but just remember only James Bond gets his twice
This ain’t reality television don’t get it twisted, I’ll take a second to salute every person enlisted
To people growing their own crops I give props, to the Mom and Pop shops, and True Grit cops
Don’t ever let haters up in your Achilles heel, I promise being real isn’t a giant ordeal
I’m killing beats in the first degree and like O.J. and Casey Anthony I’m gonna walk free
But this works for me, helps me gather my brain, one of the only things keeping me from going insane
And I’m anything but plain, maybe that makes me a threat
But lest you forget, nobody should have regrets
Game, set, better yet let’s call it match, you talk crazier shit than Brad Pitt in Snatch
What in the hell is a deg, man I don’t understand, I’m in command, this music is supply and demand
I demand you adjust quality of supply; call me Benjamin Franklin, ya’ll can join or die
I’ll stick a needle in my eye before I concede, stop tripping bout the budget and legalize weed
I guarantee if you regulate it you’ll get a profit, and half of the corporations could get rich off it
It’s just a matter of time before a revolution, I advise you devise a better solution,
My CON modifier’s not as strong as my WIS
That depends on what the definition of is is, I’m the best in the biz, at the bottom of the barrel
People get mad cause I don’t care about apparel
Like Will Ferrell I’m stranger than fiction, I’m the definition of contradiction
But this is my jurisdiction, it’s what I do best, Imma rap until I go into cardiac arrest
If this a test, I’m ready to shatter the curve, I’m a believer that people get just what they deserve
I got the nerve if you got the determination, yo I think we need to recreate the nation
From station to station, let’s get to it, we need to kick it like Nike and Just Do It
In conclusion, fight for tomorrow, there’s a reason this is a Season for Sorrow
I’m too broke to borrow so I made my own, I’m in the zone leave no unturned stones
Too many cell phones and not enough books, too many pawns, not enough knights or rooks
We need to hold fast before it’s all dead, stop using each other and start using your head
If this were True Blood, I’d probably be a Fang Banger, Drew Carey just got a Hip Hop Doppelganger
Yeah I’m crazy, what’d you expect from a head case; no prize, I only rhyme for the thrill of the chase
Ready to make these straight laced fakes take a taste the bass hits em in the face like a steal mace
That’s what I’m saying, that I ain’t gonna be playing no more
I’m spraying like when Vegeta went Super Saiyan 4
If lyrics were muscle and talent was hustle I’d be so hardcore I’d be the word champ of par core
Par for the course, of course a horse is a horse, I live between the light and dark sides of the force
Don’t need a Porsche, I’m not interested in being wealthy
So long as I’m wise and equally mentally healthy
And I’m not stealthy I’m louder than most air horns, I’m a minotaur, you just can’t see my horns
So be warned, I’m not planning on holding back, I’m bout to bring back eight tracks and fanny packs
And while we’re at it let’s drop acts and be true, if you ain’t true to me at least be true to you
Don’t ever be afraid to be who you are, you don’t need to be a pop star to go far
Man I don’t do this for any reason other than love, the only thing I love more than this music is gloves
You say that your flow’s big as the ocean, damn; that makes mine the tsunami that hit Japan
That’s just who I am, rare to apologize, I’ll say I’m sorry on the day that Dick Clark dies
I’m feeling like Zack Morris, B-B-B-Bayside, deadly like a mixture of Chuck Norris and Cyanide
I want the simple life, Paris, where you at honey? Wait, you don’t know what it is to live without money
It sounds funny but it’s true, no disrespect, To Hell with Iraq, what about the projects
Cause little girls are hooking and getting knocked up What? You think Brenda’s got a Baby was made up?
This is our planet and damnit we need to do better
And I ain’t nothing but a mixture of Splinter and Shredder
I got no business to tell you how to live your life, but just remember only James Bond gets his twice
This ain’t reality television don’t get it twisted, I’ll take a second to salute every person enlisted
To people growing their own crops I give props, to the Mom and Pop shops, and True Grit cops
Don’t ever let haters up in your Achilles heel, I promise being real isn’t a giant ordeal
I’m killing beats in the first degree and like O.J. and Casey Anthony I’m gonna walk free
But this works for me, helps me gather my brain, one of the only things keeping me from going insane
And I’m anything but plain, maybe that makes me a threat
But lest you forget, nobody should have regrets
Game, set, better yet let’s call it match, you talk crazier shit than Brad Pitt in Snatch
What in the hell is a deg, man I don’t understand, I’m in command, this music is supply and demand
I demand you adjust quality of supply; call me Benjamin Franklin, ya’ll can join or die
I’ll stick a needle in my eye before I concede, stop tripping bout the budget and legalize weed
I guarantee if you regulate it you’ll get a profit, and half of the corporations could get rich off it
It’s just a matter of time before a revolution, I advise you devise a better solution,
My CON modifier’s not as strong as my WIS
That depends on what the definition of is is, I’m the best in the biz, at the bottom of the barrel
People get mad cause I don’t care about apparel
Like Will Ferrell I’m stranger than fiction, I’m the definition of contradiction
But this is my jurisdiction, it’s what I do best, Imma rap until I go into cardiac arrest
If this a test, I’m ready to shatter the curve, I’m a believer that people get just what they deserve
I got the nerve if you got the determination, yo I think we need to recreate the nation
From station to station, let’s get to it, we need to kick it like Nike and Just Do It
In conclusion, fight for tomorrow, there’s a reason this is a Season for Sorrow
I’m too broke to borrow so I made my own, I’m in the zone leave no unturned stones
Too many cell phones and not enough books, too many pawns, not enough knights or rooks
We need to hold fast before it’s all dead, stop using each other and start using your head
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