Focus... - Figure It Out lyrics

[Verse 1] While pop radio is plotting hip hop's destruction Don't worry, Chino is never outta bars on some drunk sh** And even destruction is not advised I spit in Nancy Grace's face knowing TMZ is right outside I'm with this fine Columbian broad, I'm preoccupied Man I don't wanna talk about what lyricist you think is fire It got me mad that I even came out to this spot So I'm gonna leave this party with mami after this Jäger shot Drop you like Nasdaq, strapped like mercenaries were in Iraq You rappers dirty teeth is your only plaque Word patterns and layers, nobody compares When you write the best rhyme of your life you're half way there I've brought a** and kicked a** in this rap genre I'm hip hop's Jim Morrison, reincarnated like Dali Lama Neanderthal, outta my cave fighting raptors Trying not to lose my head like John The Baptist Mastered this, crafted this game for almost two decades But I'm stronger and look younger than rappers that's half my age I banish you to 80 hells So many personalities, could do a BET Cypher with myselves I got a short fuse but refuse to get upset Chino's such a symbol they could put me on a drumset I ain't no dunn vet, my name alone is a d**h threat And they ain't figure out no way that they can k** me yet [Hook] They want me in a coffin Not capable of walking They threatening and talking But I will never soften Still ain't figured it out, still ain't figured it out Still ain't figured it out, still ain't figured it out No way to k** me yet I woke up strong this morning In love with California Instead of trying to clone me Just put the crown on me Still ain't figured it out, still ain't figured it out Still ain't figured it out, still ain't figured it No way to k** me yet [Verse 2] I call half of these new artists "Mondays" when they spit it Cause everybody hates Mondays dawg, you get it? You had a hit and got dropped, now it's bon voyage You wacker than the last episode of Entourage The best of this thing that was created in the Bronx river Crime spitter, trying to keep myself composed like Hans Zimmer I leave you dying then I forward all my calls to your cell So you can witness just how popular that I am Invest in a retirement, home, I have my foes Cold souls floating in limbo like that girl on The Lovely Bones Extrordinary, more the merry, blurry, bury, fortunes in the mortuary Torturary, corporate vary, often carry Awesome semi, auto hemi heavy weaponry And couldn't be calmed by any Ativan by Conrad Murray There is no counter measure for this fire power Olympic word hurdler, leaping every no language barrier I'm Van Halen, legend in rap, breathern hate on But choose your words carefully cause they're going on your tombstone They wanna k** hip hop I won't have it They wanna stop what bumps like Proactiv You're looking up to rappers, that's looking up to me Like I'm a sniper with a rifle in a tree Was born in the east, but a legend that's repping the west And they ain't figure out no way that they can k** me yet [Hook] [Verse 3] In grammar school they were concerned about my mental health I trick or treat for UNICEF and kept the money for myself You try to hide it, then an*lysing my lines in private It's all "f** Chino" till you standing in the room beside him The hardest artist arguement, my murder monument Will document my shocking doctrine, caution I'm a monster walking Oh you ain't never heard me rhyme, you ain't being honest Duct tape, I throw you in the baby pool full of piranhas I am timeless, even God refused to age me Uncage me, don't break bread, break the whole bakery Instead of thanking me, you'd rather anger me Strangle me with the red tape of this corporate system but I've existed Before Interscope, before Courtney Love was on dope Before music downloads, before this current pope Before rappers stole my quotes, before Heath Ledger's overdose Before Sarah Palin had Glen Rice all in her throat Before there was a d**h Row Before Big Pimpin' and mink coats or Jay-Z owned a boat Before Katt Williams told a joke I've been cold before a black candidate Rocked The Vote Before Lauryn won Grammy's for songs that her and Vada wrote Chino you can't be the best, not enough records sold But turn on videos that handling these human turds like gold My effect on the game is enormous, no side talk Refuse to fall through the cracks like dog piss on the sidewalk When I finally retire and end my career There will be enough sadness to rival Jennifer Hudson's tears I peel myself off the cross and the world is stressed Cause they ain't figured out no way that they can k** me yet [Hook]