INTRO:
Uh huh
Yeah
#How real is this?
Uh
#How real is this?
Look
#How real is this?
#Uh huh
*How much 4 ur soul?
Uh huh
Rithim jones on the beat
Perf on the mix
And I am ones
Slim biggins
#Look, Look
If U really wanna k** me well...
#MI CAN DEAD!
HOOK:
U gon need that tech on nas dresser
#And
Biggies 44
Every Wu tang sword
Resurrect puns ac
Get that mac that he packed
In the back
Matterfact
U gon need more than that
Better get A smif n wessun
#And
Daz's dillinger
#Both
Coreys and peters gunz
#and
God's permission
_The
Games made to be #told not sold
While Yall forced to pay a toll...
#How much 4 ur soul?
VERSE 1:
Uh
U want authentic or a replica?
...They sing the same ol song
Sound Pathetic but...
Yall used to that
So I'm back with rhymes
Since they bent yall backwards
Like
Yall ain't got no spine
I fight the kinda fight
U gotta take out side
#U know?
On sum Fight club sh**
So who I'm fighting is I
N Still I'm fighting for us
I won't break my stride
_U trynto fight ur way thru the door
I just take my time
#Uh
I Take my time
With Perfect timing I push
When its my time
_That's y b**hes notice me 1st
Execs too, press soon
n***a truth be told
I woulda been signed in 09
If I sold my soul
But I won't go pop!
They tried to mase me n***a
Shiny suit, distort the truth
Make me different
They want me to
Dance, turn up
(And) Make party records
Turn my back on my God
#Spread illuminati messages
HOOK:
#If u really wanna k** me then
U gon need that tech on nas dresser
#And
Biggies 44
Every Wu tang sword
Resurrect puns ac
Get that mac that he packed
In the back
Matterfact
U gon need more than that
Better get A smif n wessun
#And
Daz's dillinger
#Both
Coreys and peters gunz
#and
God's permission
This
Games was made to be told not sold
But Yall forced to pay a toll...
#How much 4 ur soul?
VERSE 2:
You!
Sold ur soul
They put a gun 2 ya head huh?
Forced u in a chair
Gave u a contract u ain't read huh
Pricked ya finger
Made u sign it in blood
Yeah I enjoy the money
But I rap 4 the love
I'm From the
County of k**ers
Demanding respect
Been thru the
Whole ny
Go head re-trace my steps
You'll neva find a slip
#u can say
I covered my tracks
300 songs deep, and
Ain't nun of em wack
This that sound bwoy burial
Resurrection of real
d**h of imitation
Feels Like the ending is near
Either u
k** or u die
Or
U die and u k**
Lifes imitating art
The Walking dead is 4 real
The game died a long time ago
Radio k**ed it
N yall all co-defendants
For promoting this weirdness
But!
I won't die
I'm Lyrically immortal
#All hail
The slow flow king
The number one plural
#Me caaaant dead
HOOK:
#If U really wanna k** me well...
U gon need that tech on nas dresser
#And
Biggies 44
Every Wu tang sword
#whatelse
Resurrect puns ac
Get that mac that he packed
In the back
Matterfact
U gon need more than that
Better get A smif n wessun
#And
Daz's dillinger
#Both
Coreys and peters gunz
#and
God's permission
The
Games made to be told not sold
Yall forced to pay a toll...
#How much 4 ur soul?
#How much 4 ur soul?
VERSE 3:
..u see?
I represent this new age pimpin
Yall frontin 4 sum money
They pay u to b different
You
Sold ur sold for fancy
Whips and chains
N Its a damn shame
Modern day 12 year slaves
I'm a free man
N I don't care what they paying
No fear corked ears
#I don't hear what they saying
It'll never b the truth
It might b better for u
So go 'head play that role
N I'd k** da messenger too
8
Sooo
...No matter who u send
They can't murder me
Lyrically or physically
God put me here
#purposely
U ca borrow Mack's 10
Bruckshots in belly
A machine gun from kelly
Vinnies in snatch
U ca send A army of marksman
Still Ill never get hit
#Even wit
Oswalds gun that they claimed he shot kennedy with
#look!
I don't have to ever b rich
I'm content with just enuff
N being lyrically fit
HOOK:
Sooooo
If u really wanna k** me
U gon need that tech on nas dresser
#And
Biggies 44
Every Wu tang sword
#whatelse
Resurrect puns ac
Get that mac that he packed
In the back
Matterfact
U gon need more than that
Better get A smif n wessun
#And
Daz's dillinger
#Both
Coreys and peters gunz
#and
God's permission
The
Games made to be told not sold
Yall forced to pay a toll...
#How much 4 ur soul?
#How much 4 ur soul?
VERSE 4:
While yall prayed for Paris
I prayed for Kenya
And I..
Prayed for Flint
While yall prayed for Belgium
I'm so
Sick of this feeling
So i Made Pimp The System
Trynto touch n***as hearts
#Pause
Get ya minds out that prison
I'm locked in
Yall locked up
Ur half weak
Get ya mind right
Now our future looking bleek
I'm a stand up n***a
That'll never retreat
So Shut ya mouth
Open ya ears
And take Several seats
If u talking that bullsh**...
Theres a war #goingon outside
No bullsh**
Right in front of our door
No bullsh**
They gunning down our children
N they getting off
Even if a n***a filmed it
So I chose to use my lyrical ability
To Go deep mentally
And fight the power physically
#sooooooo
Go head n label me
Public enemy
Number ones
From jump
##f** trump!