[Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj]
Used to get, bent, now I represent to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I begin to spitting like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is
Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, co*ky? Nope
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when names come up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
[Hook]
Sometimes your goal is to just live a better life
Oh, these days it's often to see someone wear a smile
There is no time to cry
Sometimes a goal is to live a better life
Oh, these days you may need to wear a smile in order to survive
[Verse 2: Nalyd Ecitsuj]
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the f**ing tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different league on my mothaf**in' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
From beef, be beat, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as f**, but can't even say bon appetit
Cause I don't know what to eat the microphone or the beat
b**h, nobody's mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown
Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the senior show
They screaming "Who the f** is you"?
Never asked you like my sh** from the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my a**, b**h
You had you a nice run, now take a hike
If I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that b**h first
Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their mothaf**in' sk**s cracking
Word to em' all, why the f** not?
You don't like it? s** my co*k!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nalyd Ecitsuj]
Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of sh** to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only live twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
But you dimes won't get a f**ing nickle from me
Oh sh**, I'm down on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, and still make a who*e moan like a thyroid gland
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed against whoever don't like how I represent
The senior show I hope you liked that sh**
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me you've heard or you'll never know
[Hook x3]
[Nalyd Ecitsuj]
And then there was one