What is life, what is competition
What is Rob but a true musician
What are new jacks lacking, facts, but new edition
Instead of the editor of fat rhyme cla**ics
Now I'm some trick ba*tard who needs his a** kicked
They play me like a vic, who should be home raising kids
Instead of running across the stage screaming "There it is"
I try to check my rage, act my age
Keep the personal sh** off the stage, it's impossible
There's lots of bull, Hip Hop is full of bullsh** artists
Offer nothing but crap, and keep their pockets full
The world is full of round holes these are square pegs
With rhyme sk**s about as sharp as a boiled egg
I lay you flat on your back get the best of y'all
I've got the fat that k**s quicker than cholesterol
It's heart-stopping, chart-topping
How could you say you're hot sh**, you're not even bird dropping
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Do you like what I do when I do what I do
It feel funky to me, is it funky for you
True, true, I'm still banging, eff you
Now tell me what you plan to do, let me know something
I go from night until day
Creams scorching them playthings badly
Ready to k** when you mistake the Chill for Milton Bradley
Darker brother than a Parker Brother, chain-smoking rappers
Before I'm through with you I'm gonna spark another
You want sweet, see Willy Wonka, I'm tougher than Tonka
The way I roll they say I'm out of control
Violent, screaming, with my ears steaming, spinning like a demon
I'm harder to hold back than semen
Silent, deadly when I'm creeping
I'm worse than Freddy Krueger cause I'm real
I'll get you while you're sleeping
I ain't never been a fan of yours
If I make you listen check it twice, I'm like an evil Santa Claus
And I ain't bringing no gifts and toys
I got a bag full of hard times, black eyes, and mad noise
Recognize what I'm saying, before we get you
There ain't nobody from Chilltown playing with you
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