Reversing the mission
Rewind like Nas, then 50
Taking it straight in
I've been patiently waiting
I ain't never gonna blow, nigga
I ain't a faggot
I ain't aiming at your gold, nigga
I aim at the rapper
Straight in and undfold
Show you the proper pedestal I gotta stand on
6 foot tall, but still a man young
Conversing with pistols, just a heated discussion
Cool sex with my cousins
Like Roulette with the Russians
I'm clear in my mind
So I can paint on this blank canvas
I did say that I never think I ain't rapping now rappers better back it
I embody the soul of every motherfucker alive, better love me
Befo' you die
Try to kill me and steal my vibe
Got rich, nigga, but tried
My heart probably got rims of platinum, surrounding it
My sound is impounding bitches pussies and making them scream
Now I aim at faggot rappers, I ain't cooking up beef
Just roasted chicken
With my Indian niggas getting down, how shit's looking up, Chief
Like his ass I revealed
His mouth kept pouting at the skies, kept dreaming
Souls in the body, trapped by Illuminati, and still screaming
I never sold out
Of my mind is the real world
Hear what you hear in your pussy, girl
Dick's talking bout shit, they can't relate to
Keep pissing to know shit
Less you fucking yourself with stealth
And played a ratchet ya balls, to help the quiet ones still seeking advice
But hoes be tricks and bitches I hate
I leave em my vice
I stay evasive
Creative
I make the shit that makes em taste it
Raw, dirty and real
Not British supermarket meat
In the ball park with wheels