[Verse 1]

Stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream

Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing

I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness

The red pill, blue pill -- real and the Matrix

And I can't take this; if the game needs a new look

I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift

And everything I say in these pages

Is straight from the heart -- nah magazines, y'all can't rate this

'Cause I'll read the bit it's a bit outragous

Like it's an ear virus and this shit's contagious

I'm downloading like, "Niggas actually play this?"

Maybe I'm bugging out, maybe I'm on a spaceship

See I was on my stay out jail shit

The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit

Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinning rims

That shit got played out real quick

See some wrote him off, some said he was done

Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run

I don't enjoy being shunned, so I'm back as Neo

Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me has begun

I had the whole hood thinking he would never eat

Rappers tried to diss, thinking we would never meet

I heard it if you said it

You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it, nigga -- bet it

Cause I remember clearly

Once "Pump It Up" stop soaring, there's a few motherfuckers stopped calling

See I remember shit spread like cancer

I would call folks, said folk ain't answer

A few chicks running started pulling they pants up

A few stopped acting like my private dancer

But a light bulb hit once they started to neglect me

See there I was, thinking I was all that sexy but I

Nah fuck that

Cause I'm still sexy, young and fly

Know-what-I-mean, ya heard?

[Verse 2]

Look here can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'

I just let niggas get a head start

I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase

Nah sprint out pace, and I'll still win the race (Yep)

See I'm jogging

Other niggas legs starts wobbling, when opportunities start knockin

You got the crown, pass off like Stockton

It's time to work, I'm offically clocked in

He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'

Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him

I can't leave, even though it's big options

Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'

Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better

Stuck in cold February, with a thin sweater

I'm far from a Yes man, I'm a trend setter

It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta

Don't put niggas in the same sink as me

I mean metaphors, story lines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit

They don't use the ink like me

Niggas don't even think like me

Who sees what I'm watching, he ain't poppin'

Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in

Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in

They want no parts with him

How dare niggas categorize me

If my name's on a mixtape, then capitalize me

I been stopped going to Mixtape Awards

Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours

I had other ideas, while getting loot

I'm thinking red carpet, I went and copped a suit

See I'm thinking Grammys

Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy

He stayed at the "W" and felt like heaven

I'm at an actress's house, that felt like necking

R&B on, looked and felt like Meagan

Gave me headache till I felt like an Excedrin

Talk very fly

Least until I bought every pie, me me being war ready to my eyes

And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx

Trying to sound like somebody that already died

The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em

Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em

Now if you don't sell five mill, they had enough of 'em

Let me find out hip-hop's turning Republican

I'll sum it up to what he is about

Still new to most, they still feeling him out

Things were type bland, Joey seasoned 'em out

I'm the nicest dude out since "Reasonable Doubt"

Say it ain't so

Rest in Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low (oh)

So live, who can see 'em? No guy

I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05

As ill as the flow gets, need a pill or dosage

So if you can't tell, I'm preparing for '06

About to OD, anybody that know me

Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03

More like '99

No names should be mentioned but mine

Unless you talking Big Pun in his prime

Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwing money around

Or 2pac without Humpty around

Or 50 before Em, Nas talking like a gun in his song

Cam'ron during Children Of The Corn

Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em

I'm talking '95 Big L before they killed 'em

Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit

Canibus, no album out before the L shit

Talking bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke

Or "Cuban Linx," Raekwon and Ghost

I do it all, who blending so well in the game

Talking Fab, back when he was still spelling his name (Mang)

On my Diddy shit, Memphis Grizzly shit

Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit

Rappers don't need trouble with I

Unless it's Ras Kass before the D.W.I

Or Talib with Mos, Common before "Be"

If they any less common, don't put 'em before me

See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet

Chill Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit

Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit

I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit

All black, looking grimey in the crowd

Heat on him, no sir, don't try me when I'm out

I tote something tiny that'll blauh

Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want something shiny in your mouth

I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car

In the streets, like I ain't some big star

And these young mother fuckers is about to fuck up

Like leaving they whole career in some bitch car

No name, but it's no sublime

Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far

Your buzz still fucked, you a liar money

I'm still spending "Pump It Up", "Fire" money

Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me

Call ASCAP, maybe BMI for money

Please, what's wrong wit 'em, something ain't the norm wit 'em

Ain't too many dudes out there, out-performin' 'em

Some acquire these skills, I was born wit 'em

Street's asking what's taking so long with 'em

Jump Off, I'm the best to happen

He's the answer, the who's got the next in rapping

I suggest you ask 'em

If hip-hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin

New dudes is whack, some vets is has-beens

Some were Top 20, till I crept right past 'em

It's a wrap, Joey sealing it nigga

Cold out, long johns, still dealing it nigga

Still peeling it, nigga

If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Derringer, nigga

It's that 'gnac music, don't know how to act music

Gettin' my Kanye on, putting out "Crack Music"

Car jack music, got what they lack music

Send my little man, get rid of the pack music

That I'm back music, that click clack music

That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music

Now who said they fucking with me

They just said that fucking with me, they didn't mean it