There's no act to this verbal a**ault it's kind of strange how certain people change the game
Verse 1
I'm not a joke but I'm presumed to be before I get on stage and begin to emcee
I'm just another cast member playing a role I read and liked the script turned my spit into flow
Took my baby steps and controlled my breath my voice dropped deep way before cigarettes
Entered the lungs of the bear my eyes watch with a tiger stare like my beef raw bloody and rare
Pray on weaker cattle choosing my battles wisely don't get it twisted like the Isley's
I need not a man behind me to hype me but leave you behind like don't forget to write me
Where ever you are where ever you at I live in the jungle par but you wouldn't know that
I'm in cogneto attracted to mikes like magneto and metal in a secular industry
Hook (Scratches)
Verse 2
I'm living 6 hours from the apple that's rotten meeting up with Bin Laden and continue plotting
By tomorrow you'll be capped like a new fitted 5 0 after the fact rolling up like who did it
Late as usual nobody at your funeral everybody wondering who in the world
k**ed you with that quickness well my guess is government officials with satellite dishes
They that vicious invading any privacy how the world safe if you always spying me
In other words every other person lie to me making stories up with fine lined imagery
Many grains of salt I got to take people by sift s**ers out cause somebody want to try
To play me take me for a s**er I'm under cover building grenades to throw in you bunker
Hook (scratches)
Verse 3
I'm like poltergeist always in your life telephone lines T.V. whatever nice you like
Attracted to I be the one to break the bad news scar you like tattoos in a world where cash rules
Spiritually take you to the depths of hell with where celebrities fell and where dead felons be
Introduce to Capone even Princess Diana long radius of women with a fat diameter
After screwing with you child and plugging your wife trapped between dimensions I need to take you life
Any way possible logical or ill
My intentions murderous can't prevent the k**
It's the people of the world judging me for real
Placing me in a box and I won't let them still
Forcing me to work a hit man on contracts changing views and visions like wearing contacts
Hook
Written by: Ric Rude