Released on September 22, 2015

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[Intro]


[?]

What's that, nigga? Haha-ha

Look — huh!


[Verse 1]

Now, I can write something that's ignorant, present it as immaculate

Then package it for people to purchase diggin' inside your purses

And pockets for profit that I know that you needed

Don't pay no mortgage or no car, no, give them dollars to me

I dominantly attest a system that was set in place for politics

The problem is, this shit is archaic – so I'll explain it quick

Of course you need a singular image, then you're excellin'

Don't worry about your content 'cause hatred is always relevant

And prevalent; I'm sure you'll find a proper way to sell to kids

And catch 'em while they're young, they'll never question your integrity

Selectively invaded the market, your product's average

And with money behind it, I promise that you'll be poppin'

I put you on every blog and that's how you gain your respect

When you're popular they assumin' you're automatically next

And your catalog filled with records that sound exactly the same

It's insane and fuckin' monotonous all your music is drainin'

The energy out my body – it's crazy, I'm tryna take it back

To Pac and Big or Pun as I punish you with these artifacts

Relics of what they used to be, honesty over usury

Take a seat, come and see! I will leave you in disbelief

Now, you baffled by my intelligence – not to mention the cadence

But that's aside from the fact, in the stat I'm currently stated

Just pay attention to lyrics to see what they really sayin'

I bet that you would be blown away, wonderin' what you listen for

As I propose the apropos, opposers take the higher road

Expose their true intentions, they devious and deliberate

Deceivin' with the statics, the average of receptin'

Accept I'm settin' the tempo in tone, I'll take you to temple

Un momento, let the author breathe – focusedly I dispose of thee

Keep this kid in your memory, mention me but I need to be

Better than all my enemies, never sleep in my mezzanine

Wide awake I refuse to dream, flow is a methamphetamine

Meddlin' with adrenaline, pedalin' tryna pass

I'm gonna crush a couple Adderalls, I'm feelin' like a junkie

Noddin' off, I need my second wind as I begin the pen

Is now a part of me, compartmentalize the pain my father causes

Fuck that simple nigga – what the hell do you know?

And apparently, I am too stupid and gullible I could never be

Anything more than what I am currently, I should probably quit

I'm wastin' all my time and I might as well call it off

I guess I need to straighten up and fly right so I can be like

My dad, who set the perfect example on how you should live

And that's degrade your wife and kids until they no longer speak

Then you come home and 'cause 'em hell so that they never see peace

The place that we rested our heads ever stepped in a war zone

Where the tyrant that's runnin' rampant and rantin' on telephones

Tellin' anyone that'll listen that my kids ain't shit

A bunch of worthless motherfuckers and my wife is a bitch

Let's not discuss all of my issues, there's no need to recall the fact I'm a fuckin' alcoholic that was never involved

Or took an interest within the children that I helped to create

I live in a delusional world and that's not even my fault

The relationship I have with my kids is the one that I want

I provided and put food on the table, that's all that they needed

Who cares about love or compassion? Ain't no empathy given

That nigga never taught me shit, I learned this all on my own

I was lonely and suicidal way before I was grown

Now my adult years are filled with fears and animosity

I repress my emotions so that they will not affect me

I've done that shit for a minute but now I think I'm defectin'

Reflectin' on my regrets – I gotta find a way to deal with them

To get out of the darkness, become a productive citizen

I'll never run away from my pain, I prefer to live in it

Then document my pride in the peek of these perfect sentences

Prayin' that people feel it, I put my poems in proper pitch

Ain't no need for support, just believe if I ever make it

That I'll remember the doubt when nobody wanted to help

Had to get this shit by myself and I sacrificed all my time

But invested that in a craft and I broke it down to explain it

You'll see that it's simple math, I continue to bust my ass

As I work with the rarer focus promoted by segregatin'

You derelicts' demographic reactions, it is reality

I attacked and I tackled totalitarian temperament

Tenant attendance attempted, but never attended

Intended to take this metropolis, modernize it but modestly

Modifyin' monotony, mobilizin' monopoly

Makin' it mortify you, my mind is major and massive

The masses made me a martyr – I managed to use momentum

To minimalize opinions, maniacally they were given

I'm endin' this on a positive note, proceed with propriety

Do it without promotion, the media notoriety

Never exaggerate how I'm livin' is well below my means

Create the flawless flow for the fakers, the fornicators

Forsaken fame for I know that I'd rather really be honest

I'm on a different trajectory, but you are nowhere near me

I think that I'll speed it up 'cause I'm tired of speakin' this clearly


[Verse 2]

Yeah, I mastered the flow and they said "he a beast"

I bettered the kid as you need

So what do you mean? You singin' I'm all in your dreams

That nigga is definitely clean

He painted a picture, recommended scene

You hearin' him once and you turn to a fiend

You know that our work is a part of the dream

I guess that I struggle with everything

And that was the reason that we have created a plan

Of doin' it better than most of these niggas

But no one really understands

I live in the stanzas, I said that I'll play in my head

But now that I'm given the chance

A relevant nigga with negative stance, lawd!


[Outro]

"Aye, bitch, half my fans bitch! Don't nobody like that shit. There's a notebook on the motherfuckin' floor. January 12th, this is it! Rappin' it the fuck up. Five tracks – no hooks or none of that shit. Bars! Five-five fuckin' songs. But enough bars for a whole fuckin' mixtape. You bitch! Tell your mother about it!"