[Verse 1]
You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
f** who that I offend, rappers sit back I'm bout to begin
'bout foul talk you squawk, never even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about
All told first hand, never word of mouth
What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger, who will use wits to be a remainder
When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame
Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed
The same s**ers with the gab about, k**er instincts
But turned b**h and knowin' damn well they lack
In this division the connoisseur, crackin' your head with a 4 by 4
Realize s**a, I be the comin' like Noah
Always simmer you down, perpetratin' facadin' what you consider
An image, to me this is, just a scrimmage
I'm feel I'm stone, not 'cause I bop or wear my cap co*ked
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel
[Hook]
Their time's limited, hard rocks too
[Verse 2]
Speakin' in tongues, about what you did but you never done it
Admit you bit it 'cause the next man gained platinum behind it
I find it ironic, so I researched and an*lyzed
Most write about stuff they fantasized
I'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips
And Glocks gettin' co*ked, and wax not bein' flipped
It's the same old same old just strain it from the an*l
The content is not complex or vexed
So why you pushing it? Why you lying for?
I know where you live
I know your folks, you was a s**a as a kid
Your persona's drama, that you acquired in high school in acting cla**
Your whole aura is plexi-gla**
What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
That's a lie, you was in church with your moms
See I know y'all, slow your roll, give a good to go
Guys be lacking in this thing called 'rapping' just for dough
Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhh
I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect
It's the principle of it, I get a rush when I bust
Some dope lines I wrote that maybe somebody'll quote
That's what I consider real, in this field of music
Instead of puttin' brain cells to work they abuse it
Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Everybody's either crime-related or s**ual
I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffing
To traps I'm not sticking, rappers stop flipping
For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel
[Hook]
Their time's limited, hard rocks too