Lyrics
Stronger!
I don't get it, I guess that I don't spit it...
Nearly hard enough to get that record contract... But still I live it...
And this hip hop is my vision, it's 20/20...
It's no picnic, because, I am my worst critic...
No, I don't need that dough to keep myslef driven...
This sh** is just so wicked, watch the pen piece the writtens.....
Have the pad be my witness, that my sh** is never bitten...
I'm writin' to sell a Million, so to me, that sh** 's forbidden...
Frigid... On every beat ridden...
I leave the mic twitchin', you sign me, you make a killin'...
Designed to dine with death, but you can find in my position...
A man tryin' to have it all, so I don't die wishin'...
But this sh** is a mission... It's Hot up in this kitchen...
Yeah, it's Akademik, here to lead this expedition...
If you're rappin' for them ho's, then you got the wrong intention...
First you get the money, then them b*** es follow with it...
But, yeah it seems we different, You're not of my condition...
You try to make the cut, while I makin the main incision..
And I pray to Mary Jane, to do away with all this tension...
So I blaze, and then she say, that this pains' my own invention...
- Chorus -
They tell me that I freeze, like the weather that December brought...
Heart Beats cease when they see me spill my inner thoughts...
Yessir, that's how it goes, Do it BIG, or Flop...
Plain and simple, your decision... You can Live or not...
You can tell it's been a pleasure for them, being in my presence...
I thrill with speech, and eat em', like disease inside of fleshes...
I'm headed to the top.... Right, in front of left steppin'...
I can show you what Def is, that's Demik on Mic's, Blessin!...
Yeah, they say I do it like no one has f*** in' ever seen...
Ain't no one ahead of me, I wreck em' like amphedimine...
Death I Breed, is heavenly, I will make you INVALID
With all this verbal infantry, I think this world'll spin for me...
A centerpiece, meant to be, the greatest of this century
Exact same reason why, I will be signed, eventually...
Pocket lined with Benjameen's, sent to grind, Infinitely
I'm riveting, sickening, i'd probably blind you, mentally...
I share a dance with this music and let my pencil lead...
Fly like number 23, I Do my sh** Efficiently...
Blaze it, like the fires of Hades when I am entering...
This is me, You hating 'cause I move like Ali in the ring...
I spit that Kerosene, cherish me, you Breathless...
Never stress sh** , I guess this is my exit..............................
- Chorus -
They tell me that I freeze, like the weather that December brought...
Heart Beats cease when they see me spill my inner thoughts...
Yessir, that's how it goes, Do it BIG, or Flop...
Plain and simple, your decision... You can Live or not...
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