Lyrics
I gotta' rise,
Past the visions of what life has to offer for eyes,
That have seen, dreams, that'll make women scream,
A scene fogged by neon lights, where fiends, are just,
Beyond the darkness, on your mark, set, go,
Running past them, even though I don't know the direction,
I ain't turning back to ask them.
Masking, my pain back in the mind-frame of an assassin.
Lights, Camera, Action,
Stand back when, I trash them after grilling the beef,
Like napkins when you spill in ya seat from laughing,
At the bill an' receipt, and tracking all of the way back in,
To the drive-thru to slap them.
I hack phlem,
like tackling Steven Jackson with no pads and cracking,
My ribs, getting' up and acting as if nothing happened.
I spit, better than these other crackers like packets of Ritz,
This, sh** is more sick than parents laughing at kids,
I'm sharing half of the hits on the Internet, then it seems,
That emcees are jacking half of my sh** , pretending their me,
'Cause we, on Global Cypher hold the right to arms,
Raising alarms, aiming at the stage outraging the guards,
And y'all just ain't in the cards, you ain't training as hard,
'Cause all the pain from the scars still remains when you're hard,
And you start to faint the moment that you ain't on the charts,
My game is on Mars, Simply out of the range of ya arms,
Matter fact, out of the range of the stars,
How can I explain to a brain that ain't as large,
Um, Pumpkin, don't think that you can't be carved,
And baked into a pie 'cause I'm kind of starved,
That's what happens when you're behind the bars,
Of lines this charged,
From a mind this hard.
If you think you can battle get in line and wish hard,
Maybe I'll grant it, and my words are written in stone,
or granite, and I'm commanding thy to stand by as I explode your planet,
Don't Panic, I'll leave you missing like the f*** ing O'Bannons,
Oh damn it, Rappers have attacked for no damage,
Vantage point, in the smoke, watching this joint vanish,
While my gland is in her throat, and with each poke I manage,
To tell her to chupa mi verga in Spanish, cause in a few,
I'm a cut the guts like what the f*** we need a bandage.
And when it's over and done, I'll roll her over and cum,
and she's not surprised when I apologize like
I gotta' rise.
I only drop jewels like I'm thieving and clumsy,
hip hop treats me like sh** but best believe that she loves me,
she only thinks I'm growing strength by being this ugly,
but seeing she f*** s me I guess it seems that I'm lucky,
to have this gift, no point in being mad and sh** ,
no pointin' in my direction neither, unless,
you're tellin' all ya fellas that I gotta fever,
I gotta relieve the, stress, so I bless the mic,
and write the best text, go home and read it like,
this kid is throwing punches when he don't need to fight,
this kid is glowing like he needs the light, to see at night,
spittin' up pieces of beef he's written up to feed the mic.
He's the life, of the party, kid,
He's the crap, ain't no reason to fart and sh** ,
Pardon this, flow, it's the same that I started with, though,
So, why are you startin' sh** ... ho.
My experience busted,
Your head 'til yo delirious cousin,
Here he is rushing, like Americans, staring him,
down, thinking he's a Communist, bombin' this,
Pause for effect... like commas, kid
You finally gettin' it dog like Obama's kids,
So who's as hot as this...
I rock the whereabouts a ya house, dropping the shockwaves,
watchin' the clock change, I'm the sh** ,
these other rappers are crotch stains, I'm legit,
Flush me in the toilet and find the incense, god dang,
I get heated with thoughts like hot brains,
And nothing could be flyer--not planes,
jets, spaceships, shuttles--
I don't say sh** subtle and yet your face is puzzled,
Like I'm bursting your bubble, to leave ya cursed with the trouble,
of the desert heat, it never speaks, til you quench your thirst in a puddle,
And an ocean of sand in you
