Feel like I'm banging on the lunch tables again, yeah
Back in school and shit, ha ha ha, right
Overcrowded thoughts like the big city
No bread, then I bounce, call it big titty
Your boss in the basement, no Big Tiggy
You got a baby on the way, but you still wanna play
Sit around and all day, then you act shitty, uh
Your girl work more than you do
Man, this shit is too hard, nigga, boo hoo
Boo who? it's a blessing being in my presence
My dick got a gift wrap, that's a real present
When I'm present, all you dumb niggas, shush please
Kush, weed, cook piece, man, I did sell
A crook thief, cook clean, man, I've been hell
I've been well if I don't say so, my damn self
You plan well when you sitting in the damn cell
I cram hell from the youth from a damn place
I plan ace when you make it out a scam case, uh
Thinking back, I had to double up
When the stove didn't work, put the oven up
Gotta get your numbers up, if you want more
Gotta risk more, gotta pitch more when you piss poor
Nigga, don't look at me, I ain't make the rules
I'd rather be the smart man than to play a fool
Than to be the dumb person that'll play a tool
Had to be a kid again, learn to play with tools
You get raped for your check, yeah, they play with stools
I guess it's my turn, nigga, when the plot turns
I burn, I burn like syphilis
New bars, new flow, nigga, who is this?
Cowards so sad, picking up one gun
Iron Fist Johnny, fight through Philly over Kun-Lun
Punks go and run-run, sick of all, fags and fanboys
Going ape shit for that chum-chum
Tongue's like a gun, the magazine's like a flamethrower
I kill your whole block with carcinoma
I'm nice as Barcelona, buck wild as the joker
Nah really, that Heath Ledger, Dark Knight joker
I yell the jigs up when it's time to compete
I toast hittas, garlic bread with oregano leaves
Don't blaze, mad often
Keep the bottles, just to sauce me
Wifey came, picked the bill up like Chauncey
I always win, never tend taking losses
Make history like Obama hit the office
My inner chi, is sick of the system
The brain and heart, is working together
They Mortal Engines
Real life, ain't the best life
Heartbeat, cold twist, check your chest twice, yeah
I've been going through a lot of shit
But I never let it reload my confidence, yeah
Best friends come and go now, ay
I feel lost in my hometown
Especially when my tendencies fade so fast
So quick, so far for my brain that I blow it out
Recognize all the real ones, yeah
Build up some resilience, yeah
Take time to appreciate, yeah
Take chance on a clean slate
Cause one day all this bullshit goes away
And you'll never get to see another sunny day
Well take your soul and your life and throw it all away
The truth hurts but it's served on a dinner plate
Take a step, take a breath, stay at ease, boy
Don't spend time paying off companies, boy
Make the crowd jump around like some fleas, boy
Real shit, be yourself, stack cheese, boy
Cause if you can't stay afloat, get up out the pool
You can't elevate your mind if you're picking shoes
All this bullshit blows cause it's sick and new
But back where I'm from, all that shit is old news
Sick as hell, flow deadly like a silent fart
Inverted like a borrowed thought snake
I'm learning it nasty when I spit it yellow
Twisted nail, little bit of Christian Bale
Sprinkled with a splash of Hitler
As you're tripping, Jack the Ripper, slash the splitter
When I shred it like Master Splinter
Deranged when, I freeze frame ya
Like I snap pictures of an Alaskan sprinter
Me and my squad breaking bread, homie, that's for winners
While you're baking on the floor, eating scraps for dinner
Every bar drop is arrogance dripping
Play with these numbers like a mathematician
Stacking my chips, see I'm back in the rhythm
These sad sacks of shit be looking bad when they spitting
Lacking in vision, pay homage while I'm bashing your shit
And I'm sick of these no-names, so wicked the flow flames
So trust these lines to hit you quicker than cocaine snorting
You see, new kinds of habits start from boredom
They ain't got a clue, the streets are fucked
Little homie, this is not for you
Dropping music for the soul is what I got to do
You don't agree, then you can summon a fat one
Cause I go hard, yeah, harder than your average rapper
Broke off your date with my dick, got back, then I slap her
My ghost bars, nigga, vanish like this abracadabra
Beat the hardest MC into a battered cadaver
I bleached your squad to rinse clean, you guys are washed up
Your bars suck, we sharp cut your bravado
I straight dagger your swagger, nigga