Lyrics:
records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this
records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records (nope)
divorce (talkin' divorce)
Said daddy was livin' by the fire, and he died by the torch (check, check)
I'm where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids
Ain't
Ten million dollars later I'm a blessing, nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing, nigga
Glock-40, Smith & Wesson, nigga
Streets will never ever
they're pursuing
But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down
Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown
Check the drums of death
When will enough be enough
Shamefully spillin' all this blood
By now you've spilled a flood
Nothing left from how it once was
And it sickens me
to dodge my raps
And super charged attacks
Like little ratchet rabbit rappers
Now feel the wrath and rapture of a ravishing
Rabid rapping raptor
That's
Back and forth
What to do
Rap or speak
Fuck the truth
You know that it's up to you
Life is made by what you do
Back and forth
What to do
Rap or speak
of the badder man
I, me and myself and I
Look how I multiply
Look at the rising tide
Look at them try to find
Talking behind the eye
And I rap attack I'm
questions with real shit
Ima bring the answer like Philly and Will Smith
If you label me conscious
Then I'm cool wit it
Too many black and unconscious
You
I was born in 71' in Kansas City, MO
My momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow
When it came to rap and R&B and plenty more
Check it,
a word"Smith" with the Haynes name
Even if I'm not "Major" like Wayan's "Payne"
I'll become rap's Guilty Pleasure
And my Pyros will blaze me FOREVER!
'Cause
be this, there wouldn't be Chris,
Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist.
No Queen Latifa, no Will Smith either,
There would only be tight jeans,
Of mass destruction she gets the steppin
Tote the smith and wesson aimed at yo forehead
Part time fellon full time cokehead
Do a drive-by on a fuckin moped
facts I'm gonna relapse back to smoking
All these patches attached I'm looking like a dope fiend
Nicotine that massive attack, fuck all the codeine
Drop
to strike back, it’s perfect cause who the fuck knew it be rap? Now assemble your troops. I’m launching a massive attack. Like a satellite? Mother fuckers, I
the blackest, attack this
I thought we already established the wackness
Presented in the cemented jungle
By the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin' down
Surround
side for defense homie
Will you ever believe in me
It's a whole lot of people that depend on me
I keep the peace by my side for defense on me
Never burn
I got the meds that you need
This will only take a second, it'll be Okay!
I had to build me a team
Then I had to build me a fortress, too
It's so
at spittin' rap thinkin' better when I'm on yeah (When I'm on)
Haters better change their game tactics, leave a critic with no sleep insomnia, attack (No sleep)
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
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