[Intro: Jean-Michele Basquiat]
[Verse 1: Emanuel X]
Lack of knowledge is a business -
Think of all the dollars lost/
I study the art of war - So
I know what that war holocaust/
n***as talk sh** but
One thing they fail to see/
What you think of yourself Says more than what you think about me/
I rather be missed than
Taken For granted/
Cuz genius isn't properly valued
When no one understands it/
And I can't stand it
If faith moves mountains Guess
You n***as needa trust more/
Drake Kendrick Cole and Emanuel X
Raps Mount Rushmore/
And y'all not movin me, y'all
Provin me to be the illest/
So ill, I make Biggie come back
From the dead just to admit this/
[The Notorious B.I.G]
"Emanuel X, is the illest"
[Marleaux D]
Get the f** back in the casket
[Verse 1 Continued: Emanuel X]
Always nicer than anybody
I choose to cypher witt/
I grab the knife you quit end up
Being lifeless I'm nice as sh**/
I do it for all my bori's on
Boats taking that rikers trip/
And n***as in north Philly poppin
Wheelies doin biker tricks/
King X new
Regime in effect/
To master yaself
Master ya intellect/
n***a you not a threat sending
Shots thru the Internet/
I'm in the mothaf**in field spreading knowledge where triggers rest/
The Minds A Weapon
[Chorus: Emanuel X]
We Tired Of Acting Like..
GOD Breathes In The Ghetto
Love Yourself
[Verse 2: Emanuel X]
Rooftop views of the City
Make me feel like the guardian/
Exotic b**h on my dick my
New chick, Guadalajarian/
I'm here to move the culture
While this the city you party in/
I move the party too, My
Mood so true it sets the ambience/
Or the ambiaaaance
Y'all n***as just rhyme/
Deals on the table asking
For ya soul, n you'd still sign/
Your music proves why I'm
Better ain't no need to compete/
I watch the throne cuz yeezys
And jays keep me on my feet/
Get it? Yeezys and jays
Keep Me on my feet?/
Air Jordans air yeezys I stand on
The throne, you obsolete/
Nothing left to say I shut
You the f** up forever/
Keep trying to convince these People that your musics still better/
n***as pay for views And tell themselves they really buzzin/
I get her to cheat when I ask If
She thinks he'll be her husband/
And even if he is, divorce
Rate Fifty percent/
So when it looks like its gon
End, I'm who she hit up to vent/
That's aimed at multiple girls
That all think it's only for them/
But here's a gem
Women refuse to See their
Wrongs when condemned/
So ill let guilt eat her like I do
Ventually she'll fess up/
She in ya phone to make it look like YOUs the first to Mess up/
I know the truth cuz Its a
Reflection of me as the truest/
How am I younger than everybody
I seem to influence?/
Why do n***as around the same
Age as Me look up to me?/
For the same reasons that
Fake n***as don't f** with me/
Uncomfortably coming to grips
With the fact I'm the one chosen/
Strictly based off the fact there's
Nothing I choose to hold in/
Except for the fact my minds
Silence is what I fear/
It's hard knowing all I know and
Still acting like..... (Everything is fine in here)
[Chorus: Emanuel X]
These n***as know who I am/
Claim you the G.O.A.T I'm quick
To turn you to a sacrificial lamb/
[Verse 3: Emanuel X]
Who inspires you? Prolly
Me If you ever met me/
Evidently People I ain't been
Introduced to never forget me/
Your thoughts can k** you
Or give you power/
Explains why rappers fall off
For thinking they squad realer than
Ours/
Or realer
Than me/
I seek revenge
To the highest degree/
Saw my mom pull a trigger
For her kids to get free/
So don't ask why I'm aggressive.....
Motherf**er
Get the f** way from me/
You smart enough to
Understand my energy or you not/
Let GOD handle our enemies
You put ya faith in the cops/
You really think they care if another One of us get shot?/
They prolly mad they ain't do
It first, they itchin to bust a Glock/
Bust the lock, and open your Mind
No friends - better than bad ones/
I would f** my exes friends -
But she ain't got no bad ones/
All these hoes fall off I
Promise You dawg they do/
You're one of the ones that did if you think that don't apply to you/
Lifes a dichotomy, flattered
That you'd acknowledge me/
Just think twice before you
Call ya f*ggot a** a prodigy/
I was told To keep quiet
By so many before/
But those tellin me To keep
Quiet ain't around me no more/
My mom had to teach
Me to bust a Gun/
When I was young cuz dad wasn't there and I was her oldest son/
That's pressure, rap ain't pressure
What rappers do is fake/
And fake n***as look up to
Fake Rappers and imitate/
You don't know what I had to Do to get out of that jungle/
So You f** n***as ain't got
The right To tell me to be humble/
Cuz even with that gun them
Rebels still robbed us blind/
But they f**ed up and made a monster when they didn't rob my mind/
The Minds A Weapon