fuck critics.....i put em in their place//
green with envy......go and pull a weird face//
look....i'm tired...and i'm just floatin in space//
life got me faced with feelin hopeless N wasted//
everyone can tell me my life...not like i'm sellin it right?//
no...i fell through the pipes...of hell in a fight//
between bad and evil...even being mad at people//
i ask myself if i felt impolite//
no....i'm anti-social...and i'm hopeful//
that some day people will demand my flow rolls//
with the punches...i got wit in the bunches//
my wit in punches don't seem to fit in with the punch ins//
the hunches only sit in with the brunches//
eat up certainty......so i give in to the lunches//
which only means i'm starvin to dinners//
my bars desert foes....so i start as the winner//
what is he saying?...you could bring ya whole force field//
and still get turned to a full coarse meal//
think you bossing...cmon dog...you otta retire//
turn this into saute and get tossed in the fire//
i never once claimed to be balling it up//
i never started shit...never callin him up//
once a bitch...your always repelled from the change//
i'ma tornado with skill....you in the cellar to hang//
he's hella deranged....cuz he fell and complained//
about bullshit thats outdated......yellin the same//
hold up....now adays your whole style is flipped//
like he's a some kinda bitch magnet...wild as shit//
remember big man....you don't receed from ya past//
remember...people in your past was beatin ya ass//
haha...cuz i remember you tellin me shit//
i brought you the hype.....but your hella convinced//
but fa real..i think i remain awfully composed//
a sicker wordsmith with a cocky approach//
you can stop with the show//
cuz now i'm starting to see why your pops moved to the opposite coast//.....hoe
just something to work on my mixing and get used to my mixer.....more concerned about that then anything