[Intro: 2Pac]
Every time I speak, I want the truth to come out. You know what I'm saying? Every time I speak, I want to shiver. You know, I don't want them to be like they know what I'm gonna say cause it's polite. They know what I'm gonna say. And even if I get in trouble, you know what I'm sayin'? Ain't that what we're supposed to do?
[Verse 1]
Yeah, they see a nigga dumb skinny, like I need Denny's
Give me food plenty, like an African child in the sun, need pennies
The last laugh I get is when shit start to switch
To a really legit form of rappin', my kid
I slaughter with verses, my score is a (Perfect)
Killed by a nerd and I think you deserve it
Yo, yah rhymes trash, why they hypin' it?
I give you a round of applause just for writin' it
I been killing shit like my middle name was YOU KNOW
All these niggas plottin' on my hand like I said, "Uno"
And I'm pushin' niggas to the edge like I'm playin' Sumo
I be gettin' in they head like the feds, give me kudos
I got them bobbin' they heads like a tracklist
You got them so bored, like they in traffic
Silly Goober, think he better at rappin'
Give me a second so I can stop laughin'
Hahaha
Nigga, that's ridiculous
I be branding niggas, you'll remember this
Had a lot of fun, but now I'm really pissed
I'm a shark, you a little fish
I'm a Doberman, you a little bitch
Now I got niggas tryna DUT tape me
Cause I keep it real while these other niggas faking
Call me out by name or just shut the fuck up
Big Beast scream loud but they tail is tucked up
Big numbers, but the talent ain't adding up much
When a nigga called you out, you started closing up yah mouth, yeah
Scammin' little kids around the world, you a grouch
Yeah, Pounce, yeah
You ain't gonna pounce, you a clown, yeah
You ain't a prince, you a peasant to me
Ya presence is weak if you think all them numbers is sweet
Two mil', the Tube, twenty thousand bands a week
All this money that you seek
You a bitch, a cunt I mean
Cut ya wrist until it bleed, deal with the Devil, to get all the green
You and yah wife and yah friends and the team
Tryna silence a nigga for speaking the truth
Silence me now nigga, step in the booth
I'll show you damage I do
I'll really make you a fool
You ain't a man, you a tool
[Interlude]
How does it feel, man?
How does it feel?
Bein' controlled by the white man
Huh?
(Relax...I like white people. My sperm is white.)
Yeah, lemme know how that Illuminati treatin' you, bruh
Is it worth it?
Is it still worth it?
You a clown, bruh
[Verse 2]
A straight coward, a soft flower
The main villain, your name's Bowser
I stay killin', you need power
When a nigga speakin' the truth, they try to silence the real
Why you think Martin Luther King got killed?
I'm sick of this corporate shit
These niggas on YouTube are counterfeit
Panties in bunches because of skits
If you hate the attention, then why don't you quit?
Damn