Emɐnuǝl X - The Mind Is A Weapon lyrics

[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