Spartacus

Journey these steps
Tyrone Briggs's career
Advise you adjust your lens if the picture ain't clear/
Hold up, wait for it, watch me get my cake on it
Black cloud on my head that mean that I'm brainstorming

I came from the bottom, mom & dad had to hustle for rent
If I scuffed my kicks, they would kick my ass for that money they spent
Everything that I went through I jot
If not than I ought a get lynched
So these rap nigga's never take no shots
Coach got them all warming the bench

Take a look at the way I go hard
Go hard without having to force it
The way I set mics on fire you'll think that Pepsi endorsed it
Of coarse I'll put on for the city, show the world that I'm devoted
& intern they'd rather body than to second that emotion, Kill my vibe

Guess that these niggas wanna keep me in the hood
Where they hate from afar, never show love
Bunch of niggas giving fake daps, fake hugs
In the cut with a dutch, ask if you smoke bud
Putting dust in the blunt, tell you smoke that, smoke that
Put you in a V & put it right under the seat
While they're working wit police, tell you Hold that, hold that
I ain't gotta say, shorty claiming you're her boo is fucking every other dude
That's a known fact, know that

We talk with vanity, we talk but can it be
Reason they seem to depart humanity
Speak as we peeps, thats retard, insanity
Real recognize real & we far from family

Feet & my hands on they throat & they necks
Either I break it or show me respect
I was kicked to the curb, showed me neglect
Until I hitchhiked my way to the road of success
Keeping my promise, put on for my set
Indeed I'm a problem, they know I'm a threat

With this music, all true shit
Trying to go from criminal to legit
Doing everything they said that i couldn't
Trying to show that they new shits bull shit
It's S.I.N.Y, east coast shit
Show them how the brother from east coast get
Paying my dues, came out of the blue like a gat popping, flag dropping east coast crip

I get critiques from the public, they always think that I'm on
But the city won't appreciate nothing until I made it & gone
How could you appreciate Jesus if you were raised on Qurans
How could you appreciate Jordan if you was raised on Lebron

We're I'm two different cultures, different time zone
I was raised in the era Wu got on
Big & Pac really died in my time zone
Jigga & Nas kept it alive in my time zone
My zones pretty evident, married this broad
We call the game, Imma carry the torch
My comps irrelevant, feel like it's heaven sent
Feel like GOD's saying it's practically yours

Watch how I spit it how I live it, & I live it to the limit
Ain't nobody gonna twist it how I twist shit up
Ain't no competition with the rapping, I treat it like a wet napkin how I rip shit up
Ain' t nobody really gonna spit like us
Lames they ain't really try to change in the game til' I came in the door
Kid spitting out that raw
If this rapping was a race nigga, eat my dust

Fall back watch a nigga heat shit up
Ride with a nigga to S.I., ain't no lie
That I shine on a nigga when I rhyme
You can bring OG in his prime
He ain't fucking with that Tah nigga, Nah!

Imma go get the pump
You don't want the kid to go & pop that trunk
Coming at the id & get smoked like a blunt
Imma get em for they goods when I blow past, ONE!