Focus... - I Know lyrics

[Verse 1: Focus] I know I said I would retire bro Cause rap music is getting tired so... On to a better genre somewhere I can grow Into a giant, a musical Kobe Bryant yo And my music is so defiant yo Against the grain like tryin' to train a mini fro You cats are willy found silly songs that send me pro Anybody could get in the game and win with any flow I know I ain't heard of the TV in a long time And I'm tired of whats been on the radio Save me yo, better yet i'll save myself I'm looking to save my life, ya'll looking to save your wealth I'm looking to make a difference so i'll go sit on the shelf Ima come around when I'm needed I don't need your help I don't even care if ya'll follow me go and lead yourselves People hear the keys to the cells, ya'll need to free your cell for yourself I know its big Business, to darken the soul like good Guinness And once they got sh** in the snakes with it Thats really whats making it hard for me to stay in it Just pray for me for real I'm up against all of these fakes in it Tryin' to turn their 5 minutes of fame to a straight minute Better now than never I'm sorry I'm so late with it Its good music for your soul fill your plate with it I know this ain't the time to relax intelligence is a rare artifact In fact its irrelevant when you see rappers blow loot for the hell of it Now I know why everybody wanna rap You tired of the Toyota you wantin' a Maybach You wantin' your Wheel of Fortune- Pat Sajak I know you're tired of hearing me state facts You don't wanna listen well you gave it your playback, way back I know I ain't gon' change your molecule Rearrange nothing to deviate from what I can do Cause it ain't easy to do it the way that I can do Im giving information to the mis-informed The message of the misinterpreted you've been warned I came to turn up the temperature cause you've been warm And we need hot, you're just not as cool homie [Verse 2: Sha Stimuli] I know I'm not the richest or the poorest And sometimes I pen a verse and yes I might use a Thesaurus So the words are kinda different and I skip the catchy chorus And I'm braggin', sell you d**h as like I work on Phillip Morris damn... You know the folks that push cigarettes? Made millions but tell you the ill-effects? Thats how I feel when I holla that I spit the best And get the biggest breasts in my video just to get a check Pardon me if I'm bill payin', but if there's realness to say ima still say it... Like the whole industry can drown slow Musics more than counting views or downloads And no I'm not hating on cats that sell high But just know there's a lot of them on the down low Contradiction im a serious smile Got me teaching boys in the hood now I'm furious styles These fake hard dudes are see through I'm god to these weak views My bar's too deep through I'm R2D2 Star and war thats tough to comprehend Without radio spins I wear this from within I know like new rappers I'm not new but I ah chu Bless you like you're homeless with hot food in a stock room Keep my head up like that Pac tune Checkmate, Queen n***a we will rock you! Focus I'm sorry, I know I went overboard But I get so annoyed, can I talk? I'm abnormal I eat humans I'm half mortal I'm beatin' bruises so please excuse me I'm mad formal My competition's auditioning like a cast calling I mean a casting call, I'm so backwards ya'll k** them I will Call me I-L-U-M-I-T-S let your mind fill And put my name in the mirror And bring this back if that became any clearer than turn this off huh!