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I drop styles on ears…the public bite ‘em.
Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn’t write ’em.
They say, “Yo Keith! You’re Kool, you usin’ big words!”
I went to college, I’m even more stupid, herb.
I’m complexicated like a Rubik’s Cube puzzle,
Who said I drink? I don’t drink, I guzzle.
Inhale deep like the words of my breath,
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death.
Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget,
Every time I pick up the microphone, I drug it.
She’s got charm, a firearm to match mine,
Goin to the movies packin his and her nine’s.
Wearin Carhartt and leather, motherfuck the weather,
On Valentine’s Day doin stick-ups together.
No one to blame, no shame in her game,
And when we fuck, she makes me scream out her name.
…Shorty’s laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul,
Only twelve tryin to tell me that he liked my style.
Then I rose, wiping the blunt’s ash from my clothes,
Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose.
Switchin’ speeds like Bruce Lee ridin’ up Fuji in a movie.
Y’all mythological niggas is comical,
The astronomical is comin’ thru like tha flu bombin’ you…
And embalmin’ in your crew, too.
With the musical, mystical, magical, you know how I do.
I love black thighs, you sisters better realize
That real hair and real eyes get real guys.
So before you makeup your face, you better make up your mind…
We were beginners in the hood as 5 Percenters,
But somethin’ must’ve got in us, cause all of us turned to sinners.
Hip-Hop got turned into Hit Pop,
The second a record was number one on the pop charts.
But don’t skip on the heart, it gotta start in the ghetto,
Let no one forget about the hard part.
Putting styles on lock, and making beats by the bundle,
Scooping more props than Bryant Gumbel…and staying humble.
You’re mad cause my style you’re admiring…
Don’t be mad, UPS is hiring.
I left my Phillie at home,
Do you have another?
I wanna get blunted, my brother.
I’m no slave to a rhythm, I whip it,
Then I take its name and change its religion,
Then I chop the foot off the fuckin’ beat
For trying to escape the track, now it’s obsolete.
So why you pushin’ it? Why you lyin’ for? I know where you live,
I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid.
Your persona’s drama that you acquired in high school in actin’ class,
Your whole aura is plexiglass.
What’s-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park;
That’s a lie, you was in church with your moms.
Fake MC’s – they always act hard
But won’t walk the streets without their bodyguards.
Niggas is decaf, I stick ‘em for the C.R.E.A.M.
Rappers can’t sleep, need sleepin’,
B.I.G. keep creepin’,
Bullets heat-seekin’,
Casualties need treatin’,
Dumb rappers need teachin’.
I’m like an eclipse on a Friday the 13th,
With black cats and Haley’s Comet,
Blazin’ blunts in my driveway…
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is;
I get more props and stunts than Bruce Willis.
I know how it feels to wake up fucked up,
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell.
People look at you like you’s the user,
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser.
But they don’t know about the stress-filled day…
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay,
That’s why you drink Tanqueray,
So you can reminisce and wish
You wasn’t living so devilish, shit.
Life is real, reality is not a dream.
Those who chose to sleep…I wake em up,
Cause you’re sleepin with your mouth open hummin deez nuts.
A born terror, a rebel without a pause…
Ain’t never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
Damn right I like the life I live,
Cause I went from negative to positive.
See, seventy percent of the world’s underwater,
Seventy percent of your body’s underwater,
Seventy percent of what we live is out of range,
We rearrange this order, but niggaz think it’s strange.
Keepin’ this effervescent street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled.
Or caught by the devil’s lasso…shit is a hassle.
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock.
I met this girl when I was ten years old,
And what I loved most she had so much soul.
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me.
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
I’m a addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers.
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us.
Look at ‘em now…they even fuckin’ scared of us.
Nowadays, you gots ta walk the street and watch your back,
Cause brothers with the gats don’t be knowin’ how to act.
Visualizin’ the realism of life and actuality,
Fuck who’s the baddest, a person’s status depends on salary.
On the reals, all these crab niggaz know the deal,
When we start the revolution, all they’ll probably do is squeal.
Peep what I wrote;
You bit so hard, I thought your shit was a quote.
Imagine peace on this earth when there’s no grief,
Imagine grief on this earth when there’s no peace.
I never let the worst things in life get the best of me.
So take these testes and, ummm…open sesame.
There are few things that’s forever, my lady.
We can make war or make babies.
(Peace!) Piece of what?
You can’t mean P-E-A-C-E
Cause I’ve seen people on the streets
Shoot the next man and turn around and say ‘peace.’
But that’s leaving people in pieces
It’s not what the meaning of peace is.
Battle physically, conquer mentally.
Lyrically def and connecting, complete mic-wrecking…
No double-checking, vocals kill like weapons.
I know the price, know the risk, know the wrongs and the rights;
Still my blood flows ice…it’s just my life.
Life’s a bitch and then you die.
That’s why we get high,
Cause you never know when you’re gonna go.
Fuck the world, don’t ask me for shit,
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it.
Honeys shake your hips, you don’t stop,
And niggas pack the clips, keep on…
They say signs of the end is near;
I wonder…can I walk a righteous path holding a beer?
I’m a true master, you can check my credentials
Cause I choose to use my infinite potential.