I picked the game up second-hand; Disc Replay
Lustre's my Autumnal jam, sunbathe in this heatwave
Tell your favorite DJ to treat me as a keepsake
Animal ambition with the words, I can't speak tame
Ridin' down Tienaminn Square, that's my think tank
Stuck between a suicide and robbin' me a Brinks bank
Truck with an RPG, my theory is big bang for the bucks
Bob ya head to this, I spit flame for the fucks
Take flight with mighty wings, leave the lamest of ducks
Migrate or flee, it's all the fuckin' same when you suck
I kick a simple rhythm laughin' when the gimps are limpin'
Spit it when the synths are hittin' even though this instrument is
Pissin' me off, where the fuck's the jazz and soul at?
Leave it to a white boy initiatin' throw-backs
Still rockin' that Rocawear and Phat Farm like it's '02
Puffy coats and Carharts, wish I had my old crew
But fuck it, I'm corrupted like stomachs force-fed soul food
Heart's as dark and claustrophobic as an open coal chute
I'm grimy as coal miners chewin' Skoal in slow diners
Majestic, no flow's finer; you wanna go? With no timer?
I'm a Sith Lord wieldin' a double-bladed saber
Sick enough to rape a throat cancer patients' trachea
Call that dick a smoked ham, I won't ever make it major
Split your favorite label like quakes on the Earth's equator
The worst hurtin' from my verses versus yours is greater
Fuck bein' turnt up, I do the opposite and reverse your fader
Fuck the cake, I'm fat enough, I just wanna be semi-famous
You wack Hubble Bubble rappers lack creative flavor so save your faces
Before I put your stubble to rumble strips, push you out the whip
N' laugh when you tumble under it
So know now you can't control the ride that my motives drive
Ain't even pushin' albums wood, in my soul I'm gold inside
And bein' real matters most when the world's full of fakes
So I stay isolated, solo, noone close to pull the brakes
Also if I crash and burn, at least I'll be the only casualty
The best protection's built-in and operated passively
I'm on my M-M-O shit, lyrically equipped for the raids
On a quest for greatness, been in a ditch for six days
Throw shade on my name, create a shadow assassin
Make motherfuckers wonder who I always battle when rappin'
Goin' up against me, myself and I whenever, do it better
You'd swear part of my mind's consigned to huge endeavors
Move the Earth with a lunar lever just to prove vendettas
Cuz I'd rather kill you with the facts than simply shoot Beretta's
Pussy!