Here's some new shit that ain't been said or used
I want the blues, not the sadness or shoes
You can even keep the clues
I'm a steel bar spitta' slanging Spider-Man word webs
Peeling skin off skinheads and healing 'em with the pen meds
Itty bitty baby bitch here's a pacifier
Keep my finger on the heater but it don't have to fire
Operation in the dark so I master tasks of liar
You ain't hard parrot-singing-nigga you just half a choir
All this sweating me is letting me get angry like the Hulk
Call me Costco the way that I be flipping it in bulk
I got hot lines that'll make your nostrils melt
Niggas came back with my demo tape, it broke they fucking shelf
Shit is heavy and it's real iron hands swing hard
Those are facts I attack and they spraying the yard
That's another fuck yo brother if he got, he get got
It ain't wrong for me to murk him if it's me he tryna' wop
Fuck a fable, fuck a story, I'ma write my path to glory
Don't de be ducking fades like losers duck the cameraman on Maury
I'm a supersonic X-man, trust I ain't capping
Worlds first superhero and my superpower's rapping
Pass this message to the captain tell him turn the boat around
Policía in this waters they gon' try to bring us down
They negelecting us and checking us on some bull feces
That's why I do illegal shit and download mp3s
Here's some new shit that ain't been said or used
I want the blues, not the sadness or shoes
You can even keep the clues
I'm a steel bar spitta' slanging Spider-Man word webs
Peeling skin off skinheads and healing 'em with the pen meds
Itty bitty baby bitch here's a pacifier
Keep my finger on the heater but it don't have to fire
Operation in the dark so I master tasks of liar
You ain't hard parrot-singing-nigga you just half a choir
I got two shitty jobs, I ain't Kevin, I'm tired
If my classes were my other jobs, ya boy would be fired
If the dean gave me ten bucks for every class I went
I wouldn't even have half what I need to pay my rent
So I'm back on my hustle shit, rap for free, talk for money
Back on some muscle shit, fuck wit' me you fucking dummy
Back on some stupid shit, do you get the picture
No matter what the fuck I do it's gonna make me richer
'Cause I got in my blood, how to get it out the mud
When I break the wall down and the green river flood
I'm a channel it to family and members of my team
Turn a dream into a theme, then I'll build me a machine
Make my money work for me while I chill with Natalie
Making movies on the beach, making babies in the sheets
Sorry I just got into my personal shit
But I rap like how I think I'm on that versatile shit
Got a whip speakers blown on the passenger floor
So when the kick hits my shit, speaker rattle the door
Got the mic and the shield paid-in-full, no deposit
But the funny thing about it I'm still rapping in a closet
Maybe that's just fresher
Nigga's in the basement
Sounding like rapper
On some future outer-space shit
Y'all be loving certain rappers
'Cause the lines they be saying
You can check my catalogue
Those are mines they be saying
Fuck the disrespect I'm honest
And I like to keep it modest
Never let 'em know ya hand
Stop the flexing on command
Puts you in they fucking pocket
Blast yo ass without a rocket
Don't say shit when on the stand
Or the blood'll hit the sand