all my heroes turn they back on me
i believe it's probably cause i'm actually not talented at all
if we gon' break it down cause factually
i make what i'm imagining
they trap it on the radio
now little kids got trapper dreams
poppin' cats up in the tapestry
of the culture fabric of the blackest peeps
why didn't you come back and teach
you said we could vibe anytime
whole year ain't get replies
from the 10 times out of 10 i tried
let me disclaim that you don't owe me dip and dodge
right before my suicide i heard your song and i'm still alive
didn't have another by my side
didn't have a father in my life
and if i touch the clouds
i'm a comeback with a vision
got a hot lava and a flamethrower
throwing fire bars on these lame boys
helped me grow up with the same boy
young man with the heat rock
boxed in by the sheet rock
gold key in his left hand
but he aimed at by the street cops
with the hot lava and the flamethrower
for the fake boys and the ones you brang with ya
i'm a give you what you came for
let your cameras take picture
hot lava and the flamethrower
flying higher than the eagle wings
get ya cyanide to the higher powers
lying lieing while them snitches take pictures
burn your jersey you out the rasta
shedding verses 'bout being real
bumping you report more than takanawa
might deport you up off my island
might deport you up off my island
made your plays like a little boy
know that i destroy all my foes in silence
enjoy i'm at pure nirvana
we can roll if you really wanna
cause you are never alone