In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter But arsenic writer, often with arthritis Carpel-tunnel, Marshal with start shititis
Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and pig-headed Dick-headed a brick, a big headache I'm sick Quick with it for every lyric spit it There are 6 critics who wait, for me to slip with it
So quit this dynamite stick, bury the wick It's gonna explode any minute, someone will tick Lit it and its not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling When I stop selling I'll quit so, stop dwelling
I am not failing, you fuckers are not ready 'Cuz I got jelly, like jizzin on your pot belly This is destiny, yes money, I'm off running, so get off of me I'm not slowing the 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 feeling the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all Till I get a call that God's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers, it's all funny I can spit in your face while you're standing across from me No apologies
My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows But these cellos, help just to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows
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 mics like affixation When I'm strangling my own throat masturbating Fuck yeah, I'm a basket case And I mastered this rap shit till my ass gets wasted
Till my assassination Till I'm slain 'cuz of some fags infatuation .44 Mag's 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 feeling the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all Till I get a call that God's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny I could spit in your face while you're standing across from me No apologies
This song isn't for you it's for me A true MC, it's what I 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 feeling 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 had this outlet to salvage me Inside, I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing And mourning so I'm warning you don't coax me
It's silly, but really its sheep in wolves clothing Who only reacts when he gets pushed don't we Fool, the press blows up this whole thing It's stupid, they don't know' cuz they don't see
That I'm wounded, all they did was ballooned it I'm sick of talking bout these tattoos cartoon did That's why I tuned it out I'm sick of duking They can suck my dick while I'm puking, and 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