int'l players anthem tribute

get twisted sundays

we back at it again

in honor of the legend

ahem

look

my biggest problem is i don't believe the concept of in love

in college i was with whitney

when she kissed me

i felt then the

heavens had to send it upon me

so strongly

i was wrong b

she came from the big apple

wrong tree

i kinda sometimes felt like that was god perfecting me

i got with fat and lowkey she changed the trajectory

of my vision

supernatural circumcision from selfish ways

i'm on a mission

but to be alive

i said i never felt this way

i have before but this love thing just ain't no grab and go

you have to pour everything inside out

pray it don't hit the floor

simple as that

this just ain't rap

this ain't fictional

they made dodie medicinal and made love seem conditional

but it ain't though

hell

really it's perfection

even if it's like anthony hamilton's beard

it come through in sections

the lesson

better yet the blessing is the fact that it's a choice

perception in the wrong direction has the power to destroy

your essence

check your reflection

make sure that it's cool

for your protection

learn yourself before you learn in school

that you inadequate

truthfully i'm an advocate

for these savages chasing these objects that be inanimate

i wish that i could give them something way more tangible

it's hard to get your gift from god when both your hands is full

with all your pettiness

actin' ed

edd and eddyish

lack of umbrellas always make raindrops fall down the heaviest

stand under something then

hopefully it'll help you understand

that everybody black on the inside like folgers cans

keep your kin bold just be careful how you approach a man

pigs can't smell the odor of slop to know they grosser than

most people

but ain't no one picture perfect on easels

don't hate nobody

be godly

swear that poison is lethal

my cousin got out

got locked back up

that boy home

the sequel

that penal system got his penile gland smothered in fecal

matter

i'm still squashing all the chatter though

them thotties try me

i dodge the bull like a matador

far as the baddest go

my quota way past the status quo

that's why fat got my heart in the end like a navajo

or arapaho

i got nasty flow

tell wack rappers take a backseat

i'm they chaperone

from the back straight to the traps

that's where they have to go

no coonin'

no metro

i'm boomin' 'til my casket close

i should rap some more

but i have to go

rip ali

but i'm feelin' like cassius though

rope-a-dope then go for broke like hook and laterals

holy mackerel i murdered the international

players anthem