my sicc words cant stop...refreshing the game reviving hip hop...going through a lot of bullshit just to get me to the top/
a ill emcee just spitting his thoughts...first album going number one and wont ever drop...getting a good life thru the mics my only shot/
when will i see some better days? when will the pain in my heart go away?...going through hell to find my way to heaven...under the street light i pray/
to see an honest dollar soon...cant make it on the streets busting shots like PLATOON...on the wrong side of a enemys gun going BOOM/
on the mic i'm animated like a cartoon...killing weak foes just call me doctor doom...if i aint smoking the chronic i'm probably off of some shrooms/
STUCK in my seat...spitting that HEAT never DISCRETE in the booth on point with the beat the suspect of a mc's DEFEAT...without a paddle up shits creek/
shut ya mouth and open your ears when i speak...aint even at my skills peak...always dropping heavy shit...leaving you weak/
drop you in the bay with ya feet stuck in concrete...i'm a mastermind with mine...scribbling shit on the paper thanking god for my time/
only doing crime to survive...busting these rhymes dreaming of money signs...a crib, a little bling and a phat ass new ride/
BLUE NOSE pride...never stop rapping smoking blunts till I DIE...lay lifeless on my SIDE...just recognize that i'm a one of a KIND/
illmatic my shits turns haters into addicts...saying i dont make hits but then you bumping my shit when you lit/
cause its way more then adequate...the sound got you loving it...bet you'd buy my cd twice...probably pay double the price/
grew up poor plotting lumis truck heists...praying for mercy from christ...taking my chances in life like i'm a pair of dice/
rolling snake eyes on a regular basis...going through phases...losing homies seeing tears coming down my familys faces/
the rap games stuck in a stasis...so i'm grabbing the mic to be gracious...countless rappers dont even know the basics/
to caught up trying to be some gangstas...just some prankstas...to quote Fifty you some wankstas...see me spitting in da club/
with G Dub smoking purple bud...winking at honeys who smile and show me love...i murder crowds like O.J. but i aint leaving no glove/
you'll never catch this Suspect slippin...denying all charges like clinton...if thiers a witness you know they coming up missing/
oh you think i'm lying then you aint been listening...speaking lyrics that cause your heart to start SKIPPING as if you TRIPPING/
on pcp or a double stack of ecstacy...probably always be an under-rated rapping prodigy with terrorist tendecies..dropping musical bombs...what a catastrophe!/
i know i'll experience joy eventually...i'm just stuck in pain periodically...in times where the only way you eat is if you snatching other peoples property..a two eleven thats robbery/
snatch ya purse or pick ya pocket...anything to get me off of assisted living...this rapper with skills is driven...the coolest white-boy given a mic leaving you shivering/
but before i go i gotta say...if i ever do stop...my words will live forever...from now to whenever remember me clever...changing the world like the weather...leavin the booth looking like its groundzero but it aint the eleventh of september/
a ill emcee just spitting his thoughts...first album going number one and wont ever drop...getting a good life thru the mics my only shot/
when will i see some better days? when will the pain in my heart go away?...going through hell to find my way to heaven...under the street light i pray/
to see an honest dollar soon...cant make it on the streets busting shots like PLATOON...on the wrong side of a enemys gun going BOOM/
on the mic i'm animated like a cartoon...killing weak foes just call me doctor doom...if i aint smoking the chronic i'm probably off of some shrooms/
STUCK in my seat...spitting that HEAT never DISCRETE in the booth on point with the beat the suspect of a mc's DEFEAT...without a paddle up shits creek/
shut ya mouth and open your ears when i speak...aint even at my skills peak...always dropping heavy shit...leaving you weak/
drop you in the bay with ya feet stuck in concrete...i'm a mastermind with mine...scribbling shit on the paper thanking god for my time/
only doing crime to survive...busting these rhymes dreaming of money signs...a crib, a little bling and a phat ass new ride/
BLUE NOSE pride...never stop rapping smoking blunts till I DIE...lay lifeless on my SIDE...just recognize that i'm a one of a KIND/
illmatic my shits turns haters into addicts...saying i dont make hits but then you bumping my shit when you lit/
cause its way more then adequate...the sound got you loving it...bet you'd buy my cd twice...probably pay double the price/
grew up poor plotting lumis truck heists...praying for mercy from christ...taking my chances in life like i'm a pair of dice/
rolling snake eyes on a regular basis...going through phases...losing homies seeing tears coming down my familys faces/
the rap games stuck in a stasis...so i'm grabbing the mic to be gracious...countless rappers dont even know the basics/
to caught up trying to be some gangstas...just some prankstas...to quote Fifty you some wankstas...see me spitting in da club/
with G Dub smoking purple bud...winking at honeys who smile and show me love...i murder crowds like O.J. but i aint leaving no glove/
you'll never catch this Suspect slippin...denying all charges like clinton...if thiers a witness you know they coming up missing/
oh you think i'm lying then you aint been listening...speaking lyrics that cause your heart to start SKIPPING as if you TRIPPING/
on pcp or a double stack of ecstacy...probably always be an under-rated rapping prodigy with terrorist tendecies..dropping musical bombs...what a catastrophe!/
i know i'll experience joy eventually...i'm just stuck in pain periodically...in times where the only way you eat is if you snatching other peoples property..a two eleven thats robbery/
snatch ya purse or pick ya pocket...anything to get me off of assisted living...this rapper with skills is driven...the coolest white-boy given a mic leaving you shivering/
but before i go i gotta say...if i ever do stop...my words will live forever...from now to whenever remember me clever...changing the world like the weather...leavin the booth looking like its groundzero but it aint the eleventh of september/
