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12-12-07, 04:50 PM
In order for me to open up your mind
Dont need no gun, just a button called rewind
Death is creeping from behind, so I gotta pray
Rap's more f*cked up than a black person's Father's day
New rappers bragging, how they the highest paid hustler
Yet there rhymes dont say nothin, like a license plate number
Im articulating different points, rather than rolling piff in joints
Great expectations, Im wishing that I dont dis-appoint
I'll find a way to make it, I put that on everything
They say life's a b*tch, so I bought her a wedding ring
Imma start beheading kings, so I bring out the guillotine
You wont always acheive em, still have the will to dream
Will live on longer than the video for Thriller seemed
Architect of my music, yawl project it like a silver screen
A revolutionary writer, making the future seem brighter
For my family, an astute provider, on pursuit of my desires
Police are shootin for my tires, i tried to warn ya liars
Doubted global warming, you see the California fires
But I was born a fighter, lyrically ruthless and strapped
Im an american gangster, the Frank Lucas of rap
I'm the one you solute with your cap, don't play man
Leave you toothless and gapped, like Michael Strahan
I'm chosin to rap, not because God chose me, son
Cause I speak the truth, and hip-hops my podium
Not the only one, from who you should request answers
We got money for a war, but not to cure breast cancer
Yet stepping deep into corruption, is not worth the discussion
We need to think twice upon who we're entrustin'
With the rights that we earned for free, our lives and security
Terrorism is a cover up for lies and obscurity
Ya heard of me, king of lyrical murder B
Declaring the world in a state of emergency
We waiting on the second coming of Christ n'
To free us of sins that we've been enticed in
They say we're slaves of our portable devices
But inflation has led to unaffordable prices
How come I'm not rich, even tho Im the nicest
Why in the hood is 12 years old your mid-life crisis
This is life, often don't know which direction to go
I keep on writing, and perfectin' the flow
Hopin the struggles I go through will better me
Time's up on my lyrical therapy
Dont need no gun, just a button called rewind
Death is creeping from behind, so I gotta pray
Rap's more f*cked up than a black person's Father's day
New rappers bragging, how they the highest paid hustler
Yet there rhymes dont say nothin, like a license plate number
Im articulating different points, rather than rolling piff in joints
Great expectations, Im wishing that I dont dis-appoint
I'll find a way to make it, I put that on everything
They say life's a b*tch, so I bought her a wedding ring
Imma start beheading kings, so I bring out the guillotine
You wont always acheive em, still have the will to dream
Will live on longer than the video for Thriller seemed
Architect of my music, yawl project it like a silver screen
A revolutionary writer, making the future seem brighter
For my family, an astute provider, on pursuit of my desires
Police are shootin for my tires, i tried to warn ya liars
Doubted global warming, you see the California fires
But I was born a fighter, lyrically ruthless and strapped
Im an american gangster, the Frank Lucas of rap
I'm the one you solute with your cap, don't play man
Leave you toothless and gapped, like Michael Strahan
I'm chosin to rap, not because God chose me, son
Cause I speak the truth, and hip-hops my podium
Not the only one, from who you should request answers
We got money for a war, but not to cure breast cancer
Yet stepping deep into corruption, is not worth the discussion
We need to think twice upon who we're entrustin'
With the rights that we earned for free, our lives and security
Terrorism is a cover up for lies and obscurity
Ya heard of me, king of lyrical murder B
Declaring the world in a state of emergency
We waiting on the second coming of Christ n'
To free us of sins that we've been enticed in
They say we're slaves of our portable devices
But inflation has led to unaffordable prices
How come I'm not rich, even tho Im the nicest
Why in the hood is 12 years old your mid-life crisis
This is life, often don't know which direction to go
I keep on writing, and perfectin' the flow
Hopin the struggles I go through will better me
Time's up on my lyrical therapy