(Mr. E)
I'm going off of the brain, I'm often insane
I'm torching the game, scorching with fame, so hot I'll set my coffin in flames
Ill crack u with a sewer cap oozing in manure, black
Metal to your temple moving your medulla back
Rhythm is just a glimpse of my mission so listen
Cuz I got sharp hooks and real lines like I'm fishing
It's called ambition I'm not showing off
I'm showing y'all art instead of bumping to somebody that you know is soft
So hold your throat and cough while your show's rioting
Cuz you are an artist, of the choke variety
When you talk about cash while you're broke entirely
You're really making me paper, oh the irony
In this life I don't need sh** but weed hits
Smoking all the gra** that I can before I'm lying underneath it
Shots of Ciroc and vodka I'm rockin' like Waka Flocka
s** co*k cuz I'm not jocker, get clocked with my proper glocka
Now hop in the f**in' Honda, or not you get shot and fathered
I'm not fronting whose stopping for cops when you got a shotgun
Riding shotty with some narcotics and you know the coke is strong
Watching cartoons while I'm sniffing a nick I'll O.D. on (nickelodeon)
f** letting the rifle blast
b**h I'll strike a match and ignite the gas to burn you alive twice as fast
And if your trifling a** blows up from rap
I won't do sh**, I'll leave it to Pac when he comes back. WHATTUP
[HOOK] (2x)
Check ya memory, Hit em with the remedy
Illest in the business k**in' with a hidden identity
(D-EL)
Crush the weed, spark cigarillos
Puffin' on a couple knicks in my car, melo
Illegal tints on the whip bumping Ludacris
Couple different strains that I gotta start moving quick
Too slick for the pigs I am too legit
Making my transactions with some of that buddha lit
Pushing weight is my job I ain't new to this
I'm a vet, I've been doing this since middle school and sh**
A gram of Afghan in the stash can
Sours in the back, but I'm pulling out the hash, man
5 zips of it in the back of the trunk
In 5 minutes I'll be 5 times richer than you last month
Check the logic kid, ain't nobody stopping it
Heir to the throne the kings running out of oxygen
I rhyme atomic bombs listen as I'm dropping in
When I begin the ground starts shaking in every continent
Swallowing a lot of gin body filled with intoxicants
Shots of Captain Morgan got me wobbling
Saw your mans started following we robbing him
He hollering, half of homie's face needed remodeling
I'mma be at the top man I'm promise it
I'm so sick I be at the crib sipping College Inn
Swell your lips up like collagen
And send you back with the bloody clothes you go to college in
[HOOK] (2x)
Check ya memory, Hit em with the remedy
Illest in the business k**in' with a hidden identity
(Mr. E)
From the mouth of a preacher to the people's ear
The sh** that I speak is clear coming from the realest ever breathing, yeah
I'm here to share my lyrics but if u even dare
To take what I k**ed for, your face is gonna need repair
Reconstructive surgery is interrupted early b
Ma** appeal don't faze me I give a f** who's heard of me
My hyperbole will murder you verbally
But a wrong word to me will certainly have you burning eternally
Concrete jungle, I live as rough as it get
Got the old school Washington Wizards up in the clip
It's like, a warzone is a resemblance of my penmanship
In the field of battle I ain't the one you should be messing with
My verbs are blades and my nouns are nines
Metaphors atom bombs, syllables land mines
Double entendre's a suicide bomber
Taking listeners hostage and blowing minds after the comma
I ain't behind enemy's lines I'm blind-siding em with rhymes
Nobody seeing the whites of my eyes, I'm high
Making history using a pen
Until there's white flags and victory music again