Rebel At His True Best

[RALI: Verse 1]
You ever felt like every time that you get up out seat, people watching you?
Think they hate your guts, but they never even talked to you?
Seen who you used to be? Know who you became?
You're feeling close to fame, but you're so far away

Look in the sky, like a scientist; blind as shit
Searching for the answers to my questions, hope I find them quick
Why is it? Everywhere I go, I gotta pay a different toll
For every debt that I acquire, with a fine tip pen
And a light skin girl, with some nice lips
Thick ass, nice hips, slim waist, cute face, nice tits
Mean walk; thinking she a queen, but the shit ain't what it seem
So she try to hold on to nigga, like some vise-grips?

But still, I eat the shit that's on my plate
Niggas really love me, but in public, they just love to hate;
Behind closed doors - same dudes same pressing play on my shit
Tryna ride on my dick

So I just tell them dudes
They can get up off my dick, before they get pregnant
Cause these niggas love to talk, then they switch subject
Like, "Did you hear that nigga Sheed? I heard he weak."
Faking like they hit delete, while them niggas hit repeat
See, wolves run in packs, and bitches run in fleets
What them bitches don't know, have them jumping out they seats
I guess their thinking in the back of their mind, I shouldn't be able to fly:
Aerodynamics of Bee Flight

So they just hate me when they see flight
Gritting their teeth like, it's a piece of meat stuck in their teeth
I branched out; these niggas been leaf-like; wreath-like
Seasonal, feasible, meat sliced

But I'm rare like a over-done ham, in a mosque in Arabia
God's in the making here, and I ain't gotta fake it
If I'm lying, let God strike me down while I'm saying this
I'm probably the most intelligent mind in your radius

Never been babied
Never been baby-ish
Got up on my grown man
Niggas acting lady-ish

False hope? Lost dreams? Big cars? Big screen?
Man that shit ain't what it seem, so I just sit back and breathe...

Can I breathe?

(Man... I just want to breathe man... Baby, get me some water... Thank you.)

[RALI: Verse 2]
Where did I end?
Or, where should I begin?
As I sin, and I bleed from the ink my pen
And I think that my friends are my enemies;
My enemies depend on my shit, like diapers
I spit like vipers; venomous

Snake denim jeans
Nigga please...
I been bigger
While you little niggas
Pretend to squeeze triggers

Corporate thugs whisper sweet nothings in your ear
And you dig it like a bitch! Now you think that you legit?
How you know you ain't been fooled yet?
All that ice on your chain, you think you cool man?

These niggas pussy, boy they wetter than a pool man
Damn... I'm in the kitchen with the candlestick
You still ain't got the clue yet!

Haters are so fake dog
Nigga, you ain't me
So how you gon hate
When you ain't even paid your dues yet?

I get these niggas excited; I'm like a new check
Cause they only get to see greatness once in a blue moon
Who knew? That swag shit washed up like shampoo
P.U. - Cause I shit in the booth, when I spit in the booth...

Shit in the booth
I spit in the booth like I'm missing a tooth...
I got these niggas aloof
You missing the point, cause I'm spitting the truth

RALI baby...