They said... I'm already dead. I think I died
I think...I wanna rap on everything that's fly
I'm like Andy Warhol with bling on...that nonsense
I compete with myself. No Contest
I'm an artist..hear these tracks that I paint on
You don't feel like a rapper throw ya chains on
Shackles hand cuff...fuck for a name dogs
Money Power Respect is that what you changed for?
Be ashame that whats fames for
Shit you mustve forgot what came for
All these cats making tracks like fast food
Good for a few chews then leave you in a bad mood
so quick to steal the vision while our souls lookin
Ill do ya soul good...I'm like home cooking
I'm not interested in the lights and the fancy cars
I'm just tryin to do my thing around these dancin stars
Just little old me. These raps and no guitar
Said I came soo..close but no cigar
they said....television killed the radio dead...
I'm like Tom Yorke with a radio head
while the blogs telling me what I got to say...
I'm tryin to pay my rent...selling a clock a day
I think too much I think my brain gone bust....
I came on up out the ashes watch the flames erupt..
a phoniex with the flow but they say I suck....
fuck em..they don't know nothing.. I just say so what
all the views in the world couldn't save em now...
may the lord hush the crowd...hater all sit down...
when I..think I'm nicer.. it's only just a cipher
gettin fifthteen minutes like a call up out of rikers
so when i get that call from my man up in that box
I tell em don't be scared or play fair when they pop
watch'em all drop like my heart when it stops
I'm to smart just to watch with this art that I got
I wasn't playin' when i say get out my way
I don't like all the games. This my psa