Loose Cannon

Lyrics

[Intro: Marcus Tullius Cicero (TV show *Rome*)] Please listen as if you were sober and intelligent, and not a drink-sodden, sex-addled wreck [Verse 1] Got medical surgeons testing my urine 'Cause my shock value got me pissing electrical currents and it's burning My pen is working overtime, so you go rewind 'Til you finally know the rhyme, run home and quote the lines 'Bolic terrorize cyphers like Al-Qaeda And fire rockets like I'm inside the cockpit of a stealth fighter (incoming!) I compel writers to excel, despite the Fact my deal at Viper was like a cell at Rikers My mic line through Midian defies oblivion Ahead of the time I'm living in like the Prime Meridian So why sign and get me in a worthless game where Abel's gonna murder Cain for his personal gain? When I can brainstorm a hurricane of purple rain 'Til it floods the earth's terrain and bursts in flames The same person remains but my purpose changed And it's worth the pain in hearing y'all curse my name (Fuck you!) [Chorus] We let them hands go, we put our feet down We give a damn? No! We give out beatdowns So let your fam know, you wanna blam, go 'Cause we can land those--don't even stand close I'm sitting on the edge, I'm lethal I'm afraid I might flex on people Might box, might put you in a box If you want it we can make it pop quick like blaow! [Verse 2] I got half a million rappers catching feelings (Why?) 'Cause I'm mass appealing like the Sistine Chapel ceiling And the whole time y'all pray Jesus comes I was hearing demons speak in tongues saying, "Rob the preacher's son" Too much Puerto Rican rum keeps me tipsy I'm tryna keep my equilibrium, like eating lithium So, first take the final edit, I can inspire skeptics To get the fuck up like Simon said it I got a street sign accepted line of credit With more props for spitting fire than pyrotechnics And I don't gotta drive a '65 or Lexus For my CD to drop on more blocks than when you die in Tetris Just as I expected, I'll get my poetic justice When the cats who run the game are leaving on a set of crutches When they lay screaming in the general public 'Cause the metal rusted on their gun and backfired when it busted [Chorus] We let them hands go, we put our feet down We give a damn? No, we give out beatdowns So let your fam know, you wanna blam, go 'Cause we can land those--don't even stand close I'm sitting on the edge, I'm lethal I'm afraid I might flex on people Might box, might put you in a box If you want it we can make it pop quick like blaow! [Verse 3] I never claimed to be a gangsta, but I don't fire blanks I'm just known for saying crazier shit than Tyra Banks But celebrity stars leave us mentally scarred So I came to save the game like a memory card 'Cause enemy squads just pretend to be hard Like their mic booth's surrounded by penitentiary bars And whenever they rhyme they get federally charged They're the Mafia, and thieves chill wherever they are I don't believe them. It simply isn't feasible, the heat you pull Can cease some wolf from turning you little sheep to wool I'm a loose cannon with Duran's hands of stone Ali's swagger, Foreman's right and the heart to stand alone It's like cancer-prone DNA strands were cloned And gene-spliced with victims at Ground Zero's landing zone But I'm no hero, I'm a bastard like my parents boned Had a one-night stand and pop's wouldn't answer the phone I'll fight 'til I'm jamming bones with my knuckles breaking So fuck your mother, I'll punch your mother's fucking face in I'll punch your face in to make a muthafuckin statement That I love the underground, I grew up in my mother's basement [Chorus] We let them hands go, we put our feet down We give a damn? No, we give out beatdowns So let your fam know, you wanna blam, go 'Cause we can land those--don't even stand close I'm sitting on the edge, I'm lethal I'm afraid I might flex on people Might box, might put you in a box If you want it we can make it pop quick like blaow!