Lyrics

Spirit of the 10th, here we go again, feel it in ya soul and don't pretend Coka on the stove, you overthrown we blitz the whole event Gettin' dough to spend, burn it all, get it all again Walking Tall wit alot of stick, I'm bout to stop ya politics I Rock it like my opposite, you fuckin' wit The Great One...ya lost it Is it possible that Y could go out with the mental hospital Yea, its also possible Donald Glover starts the apocalypse, honest I'm for the positive don't even know why they wanna Front on me know I get it hopping just like they want it Jumping like a shark attack you in the pool wit the hunters But its cool, Blu already said that we live with pirhanna I'm sitting on my stoop on my lap is top ramen Hearing local all I wish that these niggas stop rhyming Only thing hittin' is me and my brother wit TIMING And the uncle that's younger then me I'm having fun making havoc, The Thunder, they know the feeling Run over ya whole squad, you sittin at 0 and 50 The vision is so large, a earth harp couldn't fit in my theater Sentence so sharp, you slip and cause a hara-kiri The possibility of killing me wit false ability is bout as even as me tossing the keys to a Bentley Zuckerburg wit a billi wouldn't make me more friendly Killing swag, I guess that makes me my own worst enemy I know I'm fend to be everything they pretend to be Energy infinity, drum beat mixed with Hennessy Dummy I stick to green, need none of that Easter pink But this resurrection releases me Bitch I know Im better than you I just been teasing, let em' breathe for a season Then break em' like a skateboard beef, I leave em Weezy This is easy as sluts fucking in sequence. Deleting the weak from y city to Cleveland Try to make me fall from the game, I'm never leaving Y I put it all on my name, because I mean it I am Rap, Speaker for all my people that stuck in the sand trap And loving that dance crap at the same damn time Same beats, same hooks and the same damn rhymes Not saying them niggas can't damn grind, but think they fuckin with me then they outta they got damn...cranium See that's why don't nobody like yo ass And when we see u in the street look like u might gon blast Like when I'm in the burbs they put they lights on fast, or Back when I was a nerd and fightin for my own cash, see When this mic is on I ignite the thorns of my past Burnin roses for the shit that I took, foes on my sack. Frozen No hope in hoping, like yo ho open, I do it Eat beats like Im throwin' headphones in a juicer Vision of a artist, director, tv producer, who was never in the street but was a G at them computers Heart warm as chicken soup, stone cold sight of Medusa Thru and thru the perfect fusion, The Wonder u never knew