I'm so appalled, niggaz with dropped jaws/
Bxtches with dropped drawls, cause' they see I'm top dog/
Doubted I was the greatest, gave the game a face-lift/
Now I rule the court, you just support, like a bailiff/
Nigga wanna talk? reckless, I pop breath mints/
Spit a clean verse on the spot, Reverend/
Run, this, shxt, hope you Diggy/
This track is just a Pastry, my food for thought is sickly/
It’ll make you a patient, mental institution/
Brick through your television, this the revolution/
Cold on the beat, my feelings checked out/
That's what the fxck happens when you know you the best out/
Measure competition, run a SWOT analysis/
Nigga fxck ya business, I'm squashin' all challengers/
So smart, so talented, and so well rounded/
How he so high in the ranks, but so well grounded?/
Doubtin' my hunger…/
My stomach growl just never draw attention to it, til' its Winter or Summer/
Cause' I'm usually in school, and it’s a bummer/
I'm getting a head, y'all givin' brain
Niggaz suck, and gettin' dumber/
20 years old, havoc in the booth/
Why'd the chicken cross the road?
She was tryna get in the coupe/
High in demand, like I'm, wanted for ransom/
Her friend wanna spin, so I, take em in tandem/
Tall dark and handsome, smooth like a phantom/
Mos Def, you’ll talk about me to your grandson/
A Cancer, they say that we too moody/
Hmm, it might be true, cause' the mula don’t move me/
I don’t do it for dollars, that’s call prostitution/
Stack chips I promise, and u can hold me to it, its eminent/
Lose myself in the music, you Just Lose It/
My lifestyle is a light show, You? just blowin' fuses/
No rests in this game here, niggaz over there bxtchin'/
Pardon my reign, dear, I'm over here Blitzin'/
I'm sorta like what Family Guy did to the Simpsons/
You more like what the Bush’s did to the Clinton's/
Nigga fxck a Rudolf, the lyrics that I shoot off/
will probably knock, your feet, socks, and shoes off, from the nuance/
So this is my Dear Whoever letter signed by me/
Notice, this ain't a game nigga,
PS…..3/