[M-Child]
Yo, I'm gonna slow it down to you non-rapping-a** n***as who always got
Something to say about a motherf**er trying to come up.
Always putting in they motherf**ing two cents and sh**.
Man, shut the f** up, aiight? Damn..
[M-Child] [Chorus x2]
My sh** be deep, so deep that you feel, what I feel,
My pen is my sk**, the words I speak; that sh** be real.
I'm blessed with the things I possess, but n***as test,
I'm on a quest, so I let my lyrics speak for itself.
[M-Child]
What makes a n***a wanna dis me, f** 'em, burn in hell,
'cause dissing me and my n***as ain't gonna make your tape sell.
Local-lyric bringer; On my level, you'll never be,
Soft as a baby's a**, you talking 'bout hurting me.
I've been through it all, from piss to play to have a nice day,
Won't hesitate to run you over, splat you out like some clay.
There's always gotta be something, a mad rapper on my dick,
I ain't gon' let that sh** sweat me because I'm trying to get rich.
Other things I must do, making my n***as raise the roof,
Keep with you; mind, body, and soul, be bullet-proof.
Keep a pen and some notebook paper, to make my paper,
Make my family proud, so hater, I'll catch you later.
I got my sh** tight, you don't believe me, come and see,
You can learn a lot from a dummy that's from O.M.P.
My poetry be so hard, you can't take it from me,
My poetry be so real, you can't bring it like me.
[Chorus x2]
[M-Child]
My organization ain't got no f**ing time to f** off,
Like Y2K, if you play, we gon' cut your lights off.
Now wave goodbye, no freedom; chain 'em up and sit still,
I have your f**ing mind-blown, like an ecstasy pill.
Affiliated with hate, slummed off drinking Nyquil.
Ain't no n***as spookin' me, check yourself if you're real,
Bottom-line, I got in this game to sit back and chill.
Time to make it subway, I wanna count some big bills.
I wanna live a good life, forever happy; doing right,
But there's always a n***a that's gon' confront you with a fight.
I ain't f**ed up about it, I just never understood,
What be a n***a problem, how come it be all good?
The level-minded, just give me my ice cream and my cake,
I'll celebrate for every precious moment that I didn't waste.
k**ing with faith; got me rushing motherf**ers off-guard,
Hand on my own, regardless of the sh** that you start.
[Chorus]