[Verse 1]
They say they're tired of the emo rap
Well this is tears, sweat, and hemoglobin; hemophiliacs
Can't match the flow I've mastered, since Tyler was rappin ba*tard
I've been wrapped in plastic, poised to blow like Japan's nuke reactors
So while my time bomb's tickin
I'mma stir the pot to keep it hot like Dylan spittin
But I ain't tryna make a band, no Puffy to hold my hand
The coldest n***a spittin, all I'm missin is an oil can
Heartless, at least until Nicki's riding my starship
And if she gives me brain, we could drown in purple rain
The artist formally known as the n***a b**hes would blow past
Now I f** them before I know them and pa** their friends off to Topaz
Oh that's, not right, well that's life and I live it
Even Foxy Brown in 05 could hear spite in my lyrics
This ain't God given, this is hard livin
Mixed the conviction to make millions off of writtens and avoid prison
[Hook]
It seems like my dreams got me losing sleep
Could be counting cash, f** I look like counting sheep
This is love for a game that ain't got love for me
Ain't got no love for these b**hes that ain't f**in me
It seems like my dreams keep me wide awake
Staring at an empty throne like it's mine to take
This is love for a game that might die soon
A million downloads and not a penny off of iTunes
[Verse 2]
They say they're tired of the vapid rap
Well would you be content if I made a reference to Basquiat?
All my b**hes got Ferragamo and this is the Pharoahe God flow
The young n***a raised off Pac who spits it like Nas in 9-4
Well there I go bragging again, but if you the illest to pick up a pen
What? would you sit and pretend you ain't sh**? or go tell a friend to go tellin they friends
'Til I'm pushin a Benz, any smile I flash is insincere
The Rari is the top and I would k** for there
Then bring my n***as here and tell them bring some b**hes here
Magic could lose his medicare and still wouldn't have a sicker year
This might be new to you, but the monotony is beautiful
No stoppin til like Rakim I am paid in the opposite of empty
I got a taste for bad b**hes, don't tempt me
If I'm talking to your girl, it's a little more than friendly
Man I worked my a** off, I deserve a little t&a
A VMA, and a seat next to Taylor at the CMA's