[Intro]

What you doin’ takin’ a break?

(Laughs)

Ain’t no breaks in this

(Levenkhan)

Let me catch you slackin’ yo

(Final Outlaw)

You say you want it

You want it so bad right?

Go get it

(We still doin’ it on this side)

Go get it man

[Verse 1]

Yo I’ma machine

Built for music

Addicted to it

Molded into a man through its influence

Sweat blood and tears mixed with spit’s the fluid

That gets you to produce hits and still pursue this

Even when the monthly income isn’t improving

Everybody you know suggesting for you not do it

But I don’t want to be a slave to a job

I don’t want my biggest goal in the world to be the sale of a car

I’m much more

I’m much smarter

Reality’s much harder than any marketing department wants you to garner

I was a teenager when I chose the name

FinaL OutlaW symbolized all my pain

Blacked out on paper when I rode the train

Don’t want to be humiliated by a cop again

Questioned for drugs when I ain’t got a thing

Stereotyped

I don’t idolise the bling

We don’t share the same dream

I’m the real thing

You claim to be the truth

I don’t have to say a thing

You can’t replace experience with plastic or a ring

Giving me some cheap award doesn’t change a thing

Next year you’ll give it to a monkey that dances and sings

How is that honoring?

Pass him a dollar and you can get a minority to start hooting and hollering

It happens in Harlem and all of the boroughs it’s horrible

[Chorus]

I’ma machine

Built for music

Addicted to it

Molded into a man through its influence

I’ma machine

Built for music

Addicted to it

Molded into a man through its influence

I’ma machine

Built for music

Addicted to it

Molded into a man through its influence

I’ma machine

I’ma machine

[Verse 2]

Sometimes I sit back and watch

Pissed at the clock

But it don’t stop

It don’t got no mercy for Hip Hop

It’s a race to the end whether you like it or not

It’s a mission

There’s a certain level of commitment

Deliberate initiative to finish

Eat up all your spinach

Memorize your lyrics

Observe your competition and get ready to diminish

This is my religion

But really is it?

Am I just dedicated to something where I’m not appreciated?

I don’t ask for much

All I want is enough

To provide for my fam as I do what I love

I’m fatigued and jaded

Breathe inhale it

Hatred is part of this game embrace it

Maybe it’s all been a waste of time

I don’t have the patience to wait in line

For some label that ain’t help me get this far

As long as I know that I raised the bar

From White Plains to Staten Isle

I have them acting wild

People confuse my mixtapes for albums

I’m tired of asking “how come?”

I plan on taking action toward an outcome

These other rappers are cow dung

Sounding like wounded animals over a loud drum

It’s too crowded so let’s kick out some!

[Chorus]

I’ma machine

Built for music

Addicted to it

Molded into a man through its influence

I’ma machine

Built for music

Addicted to it

Molded into a man through its influence

I’ma machine

Built for music

Addicted to it

Molded into a man through its influence

I’ma machine

I’ma machine