K nigga, I rap in a pyrex
in the projects im crack in a potima prospect
ima pirate on a dock waitin for the dope
i can disect, any rapper…
They say I’ve calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don’t give a shit, bend my rectum
We all got the potential in our body and soul, probably you know
I found mines right through the pencil, started bodying flows
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I’m the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10’s to practice my aim
What you doing in the club on a Thursday?
She say she only here for her girl birthday
They ordered champagne but still look thirsty
Rock Forever 21 but just turned thirty
Since ‘86 showin’ the crowd what I’m about.
And they still wanna know when the album coming out.
Ask the teenagers, OG’s and ask the kids,
What their definition of classic is.
Timeless, so age don’t count in the booth,
When your flow stay submerged in the fountain of youth.
And I’mma be here for a while
Just buckle up before the ride
Or knuckle up if you could fight
We always making them duck or die
A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide