And I bet you motherf**ers thought that I was gone for good
Back in the flesh with the grit of the dirt in my teeth as I write this bullsh**
Can't be the best but I spit all the words in my sleep, my brain just pulses
Within the night, I fight with the left and the right and I'll find the culprit
Of my aneurysms but goddamn your diagnosis
I'm a f**ing beast and I'll f**ing split you like mitosis
Born of a couple slaves, I split the seas 'cause I am Moses
Always act this co*ky when I rap to hide emotions
If I didn't, I think you all would realize I am broken
Back to the flow
Pa**ionate MC can't face me 'til after the show
It's packed to capacity and they laugh with glee at my antics
Freely, frantically
Abandon all your hopes of being a rapper
I'm as animated as a flash cartoon made by Stamper
You can't f** with me
I'm over the top and out of this world
Is that understood? I'm hot as sh** every month of the year
Like a calendar girl
Got that style that'll make me a living one day but I ain't got sh** right now
And I bet you motherf**ers thought that I was gone for good
I ain't write a chorus
I ain't I ain't write a chorus
Motherf**er, I ain't write a chorus
And I bet you motherf**ers thought that I was gone for good
I ain't write a chorus
I ain't write a motherf**ing chorus
I ain't I ain't write a chorus
And I bet you motherf**ers thought that I was gone for good
Pouring my heart and my soul into this music
So money is only part of the goal
Moreso another obstacle
Need a good mic, need a good headset
And you're never gonna know if you're ever gonna go to bed
But I'm doing all this sh** to make it profitable?
I don't know
This industry's twisted
Go and beg for forgiveness
Your mind's a f**ing wallet that you have to relinquish
And you could be talking 'bout all of the cancer and sickness
But you made a mockery smoking a blunt in a civic
You ain't got no message there for us to interpret
In fact it's like you're acting like you're hip to stay current
While you're sitting on your a** I am here scratching the surface
I just wish that wordsmith meant that you were actually working
I ain't a perfect person but you ain't better when you're writing in cursive
Take the advice of the sermon and get out of the game unless you're really f**ing good
But I wish that everyone would know I'm just misunderstood
And I bet you motherf**ers thought that I was gone for good
And I wish that everyone would know I'm just misunderstood