[White Out]
Welcome to the yellow submarine that in my conscious
Rides a little bumpy so take the bag if you get noxious
So many biches rape-in tweed on this boss sh**
O sorry bought the earthquake I dropped the gauntlet
If you find it I'll give you my P.O. Box sit-in right there next to big and Pac
Yes sir I'm that high and I don't even need weed to spit my best rhymes
Cause ima be here the whole time half of yall wanna bee's on the express line
O my bad...too much should I stop f** no hip hop needs a bad cop
And you guys coming in to low like a seagal
Know that I'll be coming in high like an eagle
The symbol of America
Am I scared of ya f** naw to raw
Coming in hard like Whitaker with the south paw
And you can't beat me in the reach I'm to damn tall
So why yall s** corporate balls at the mall
I'll be stealing platinum records taken em all
And this sh** is what I think every day (to afraid to say)
Not any more like a lion hear me roar
Because you just cracked open the door
Want some more?
Okay here you go
Watch them roll stones and get locked up will the magazine covers paying me big bucks
What luck that 95% of the game gave up
They were still waiting for Jesus to save
I'm sure its coming but keep run-in and make your own luck
Had enough?
Not quite alright let's grab a knife
And stab into my throat
Cause I'm done with bunch lines and funny jokes
I rather sit and laugh at the people bought to smoke
Is funny how they forgot us so they stick to their folks
But it seems that inbreeds don't produce the devil seeds
But rather the esteemed
Or is that what I want you to believe
Care to join me for a cup a tea
It ten after six perfect time to sit and breathe
But actually at 6:15 I have to leave
Causes there are these people trying to k** me
I believe their names are lust, d**, and greed
But their just wasting my time
f**ing up with my mind
So I'd rather just write letters explaining why I died
But you've probably figured that out by the end of this rhyme......