The man rapping is Andrew Jackson
I'm autographin' a**es and cameras are flashing
Hands are clapping and the fans are grabbing
At my damn a** so fast there's no reaction
Quicken up the beat past the madness
That's the dream I'm having
When I'm pa**ed out asleep or napping
That's the reason these labels ain't received the package
From me, and that's the reason that I keep on pa**ing
On people asking me to meet with half these
Presidents and chief executives deep in cash
If I needed stacks of f**ing cheese I'd crash
The f**ing streets with crack, and just feed the rats
And I wouldn't have to be the b**h to some white dude
Who makes more money off my sh** than I do
Who the f** would sign you
All the rights to what I write
Do I look like the type
Who would hesitate to fight you?
Bomb is whistling, the clock is ticking
Watch defenceless, what I drop is hitting
With the force to stop helicopter engines
(Mayday, mayday, repeat, our propellers are not spinning)
Need a picture to fit with the sh** I'm talking
Envision Nagasaki victims
Skinless walking with atomic sickness
Limbs is dripping off em and they fall in ditches
Twitching, sobbing
And I'm the illest mother f**er you can hope to witness
You're a joke to me. What the f** you smoking? Listen
I'm the most vicious, sickening, foul
And animalistic pig since GG Allin
Who's running this show? Let's go
Let 'em know the best flow is coming from the DC Metro
CD's inject those we got next, yo'
Micphones I wreck those, you got wet clothes
When you first heard me surface, learn this:
I'm kicking it once, sicker than scum
Iller than what?
Ripping and burning it up the sun in the middle of summer
The bigger the lungs, the quicker the tongue
It'll k** em the sicker the rhythm'll come
To fill up the minutes and hit 'em with sudden riddles
Among a hundred mental visual syllable intervals
Spun with iller slum scribbles
That come from minimal picked from minerals
Dug from outta the earth mountains of dirt
Challenge my work and malice occurs
My callous inertias bound to disturb
Your balance and turn ya round and just serve ya
My callous inertias bound to turn ya round and just serve ya, serve ya
My callous inertias bound to turn ya round and just serve ya, yeah
I feel sorry for the MC that gotta rap after me
I said:
I feel f**ing, I feel sorry for the MC that gotta rap after me