No Apologies

Lyrics

[Verse 1] In my mind, I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up An arsenic writer, author with arthritis Carpal tunnel, Marshall with start-shit-itis Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and pig-headed Dick-headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick, quick-witted, for every lyric spitted There are six critics who wait for me to slip with it So, quick—this dynamite stick, bury the wick It's gonna explode any minute, some lunatic lit it And it's not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling When I stop selling, I'll quit, so stop dwelling I am not failing, you fuckers are not ready 'Cause I got jelly, like *s'écnoyeB* potbelly This is destiny; yes, money, I'm off running So get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening [Chorus] No apologies, nah, suckers, I'm not sorry You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me Nah, no apologies, not even acknowledging you at all 'Til I get a call that God's coming No apologies, laugh, fuckers, it's all funny I can spit in your face while you're standin' across from me, no apologies [Verse 2] My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows But these cellos help just to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I keep sayin' it, I can't stress it enough So keep playin' it and stand next to the subs I choke mics like asphyxiation When I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin', haha Fuck, yeah, I'm a basket case and I'll master this rap shit 'til my ass gets wasted 'Til my assassination 'Til I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation .44 mag's a fascination A taste for disaster, and if that's the case, then— [Chorus] No apologies, nah, suckers, I'm not sorry You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me Nah, no apologies, not even acknowledging you at all 'Til I get a call that God's coming No apologies, laugh, fuckers, it's all funny I can spit in your face while you're standin' across from me, no apologies [Verse 3] This song isn't for you, it's for me A true MC, it's what he'll do just to see If he still has it and if his skills mastered He's able to spill raps long after he's killed, that's a— Real MC, got you feelin' me Whether willing or unwillingly, you still agree As long as there's still this hunger and will in me Then expect a longer life expectancy I'd be a savage beast If I ain't had this Outlet to salvage me inside I'd be exploding, soaked in self-loathing And mourning, so I'm warning you: don't coax me It's silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be— Fooled; the press blows up this whole thing It's stupid, they don't know, 'cause they don't see That I'm wounded, all they did was ballooned it I'm sick of talking 'bout these tattoos Cartoon did That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin' And they can suck my dick while I'm pukin', and you, too, you can— [Outro] Expect no sympathy from me I'm an MC, this is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G, my heart's frozen, it don't even beat So expect no apologies Expect no sympathy from me I'm an MC, this is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G, my heart's frozen, it don't even beat So expect no apologies