Jon Connor - Epic lyrics

[Verse 1] I got the soul of a veteran, anti medicine The flow is sicker than it's ever been, it's evident I k** sh** n***a, hear the evidence Better tell 'em it's that sh** that make 'em question n***a's relevance The Doc's had me on my a**, had a chip on my shoulder ever since I make hits n***as flinch, you would move if you had better sense Ill since birth and it got better since I'm a real n***a so this probably out ya element You the realest when you tellin' it I can't buy the bullsh** no more, everybody sellin' it So I close shop on you hoes, and the hoes flock, man It's street till I'm thrown, I put on for the whole block, rock n***as is ga**ed up n***as think they hot when it's just me burnin they a** up n***as is b**hes like they Mrs. with they a** up Gettin' f**ed, Moe Cleze with my gla** up I give a f** if my mindset like a flying jet, I'm on my fly sh** A pilot, Cuz my sh**, got the hunger of a B.I.G. that ain't been signed yet And you could feel that Where you been is where you still at, so n***a k** that My sh** is red hot, like red dot, on your temple Respect a young god in the temple Should I continue? Nothing like a good a** whoppin' to convince you! I love it Now I know why Don King felt in the corner of Mike Tyson Now I know how Phil Jackson felt going into the Finals with Michael Jordan Bringin that real sh** back get your hands up high That real sh** back, put your hands up high! Put 'em high (x8) [Verse 2] Yo When I spit I have 'em strung out That's why I see alot of long faces like I'm lookin in the mirrors at a funhouse Get it clear, I don't rap for rappers Honestly, you n***as is all a**, word to Esther Baxter And Y'all n***as extra average on your best day On the regular my worst verse k** competitors You sentimental? We in the jungle, got that venom in 'em The flow is bananas that's just the gorilla in him How you love that? Show it to me, I show you love back But I ain't stuntin' none of you n***as so n***a f** that Opposition, I know you pissed but I grew up without a pot to piss in So far as me this ain't a competition This d**h and livin', ain't the stakes high? While you roll snake eyes, I'm lookin' in these snakes eyes Tryin' not to bite the apple, but Adam I feel you Ass naked hoes in my face, I ain't thinking clear too Industry shady it need to be taken over Tryin to give you that raw, you snorting that baking soda Well the wait is over, it's like I do magic I'm spittin' that blue magic, Abracado f*ggot And truthfully, if you don't like it, n***a sue me Cuz Nas told me f** ya'll n***as and just do me Ain't gotta like it, but ya'll gon' respect it Hope you got the message, this is epic Bringin that real sh** back get your hands up high That real sh** back, put your hands up high! Put 'em high (x8)