7 Pounds

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Speaking of this artform, the slang is dangerous MCs are like sperm cells, a gang of us Fighting to reach the egg, biting and lose a leg Odds are like 1 in 10 million, the kin thread One from a thousand speaks in his own voice The other 999 imitates without choice They never even knowing it until the going gets rough You see the Amplified Sample I'm throwing with I grab the microphone, the unthinkable happens See the rocket's red glare like the guns when clapping They still cage matching MCs that's scrapping Not the UFC, but my opponent is tapping So don't let a little bit of fear turn to hatred I was sent as a savior to revive what was sacred Also stop this uncalled for behavior Insipid rap cats, they lack taste and flavor [Chorus] Got word from the wise to let it drop Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop Because regardless to whom or what, even with door shut I'm giving 'em straight raw, you bringing 'em more cut Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip-hop Raps so out of shape and far from tip top Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels Dictators next to rebels and gods against devils [Verse 2] No time for backwards thinking, let's think ahead If you want to sleep when you awake then make your bed A lot of MCs came to see me on referrals Not even knowing that they would undergo great perils These cutting edge methods from the most specialized Past men, the last men and before the dust'll fly The lord of the art strikes a chord in your heart Your ear love to hear the god ripping tracks apart Me to hip-hop is like Einstein to science A match made in Heaven, most likely an alliance Complex individual that you dream of being Intellectual challenging, the all eye seeing Got an appetite for heat, so then come and bite the beat And digest the rest and don't stress the part you couldn't eat [Chorus] Got word from the wise to let it drop Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop Because regardless to whom or what, even with door shut I'm giving 'em straight raw, you bringing 'em more cut Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip-hop Raps so out of shape and far from tip top Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels Dictators next to rebels and gods against devils