bass striking like tyson in the fucking first round
i could love you like marvin and it be his father who put you down
i could feed if you starving or i could keep you in a drought
i could show you what it takes and make these peasants bow right down
hear the beat and then i'm in heaven
don't got no faith in religion
no motherfucker can tell that i'm wrong
silent movie when i rhyme
lavish soap up on my spine
i don't got no money on my mind
i'm just trying to live my life
beat beating like my heart
been the same from the start
just a young fucking punk
with some hate inside my heart
teardrops while i'm smiling
probably laughing while i'm dying
i be coughin' to the coffin
i be rhyming till' i'm audi
got a hundred and one bitches and they all like me
they fuck me while i'm flowin'
i'm the motherfucker ownin'
the weeds and seeds and it's creepin' up on the trees
breaking up on the concrete
say you lying through your teeth
you could sell a million records and still never be me
i look at you like you playing
you talking to the sky like you gone get an answer
here's an answer for your question
if you trying to get a lesson
take a seat and fucking listen
cus' this class is now in session
getting high from the sounds
my eyes low to the ground