Verse:
Pen to the pad as I add theses rhymes
Sometimes I dream of climbs that will make me more than dimes
Writing rhymes to such an extent
I attempt to harm the beat more than just a dent
And leave it murdered and placed with words worded perfectly
That is currently spit, and will live on for eternity
Uncomfortably, as you may feel listening to me spit
You said I sound whack but I couldn't find two sh**s to give
I feel like my brain has been chained and trained
To spit raps and write down rhymes that will re-main
Placed on a paper, chill out and inhale the vapor
There has never been nothing greater
I need a translator
Because you're talking a bunch of sh**, hate to admit
That you should just quit, because you're a disgrace you piece of sh**
So back the f** up when I'm writing this rhyme
Cause I sure as hell know I ain't f**ing playing this time
You Should Know 4x
Verse:
Here I am back at it an addict of rap that's it
Let the beat bump while ya'll getting your a** kicked
These words punching you in the mouth making you feel sick
And I like to rap my rhymes either f**ing slow or quick
This is the way I do it the way it's supposed to be done
Now I feel it's my turn to show you f**ers who's number one
I ain't scared to fail (nope), it'll just make me better (yeah)
And don't f** with me cause I can't control my temper (not at all)
I am the center, of attention once I enter, the room
Ya'll know you should just surrender
Check the tempa-ture, I'm for sure
Ask anyone of any gender, they know better
What kind of question is that to ask such a master of rap
You could walk pa** me and have a heart attack, you know that
So let me tell you motherf**ers something real quick, you ain't slick
You a whick whack f*ggot you know that