(sang) Brother... you've been on my mind Oh brother We've changed over time so Brother, I'm keeping my eyes on you I bet you don't think I know no bett'(er) But sanging the blues Oh but brother have I got news for you I'm something... and I know you know that I'm something too (chuckle) Yeah, usually I don't get into all this battle rap sh** and all that sh**'s stupid But I'm gonna address it And after I get it off my chest may God bless it I will invest four minutes exactly for everyone who had the audacity to attack me I kept quiet but perhaps I should have pushed this fire quicker Cause to just sit with this sh** I've only gotten sicker Yet I react without even a crack in my composure But the only way he knows to bring this sh** to a closure I'm worthy, and my a**ociates and I named the South Dirty And I'm even for sale in Braille, the deaf, dumb and blind have heard me But I ain't even breathin until I get an even 30 I could casually clap up the front of somebody's throwback jersey You makin' me hafta talk this way, aintcha? You makin' me hafta talk this way You forcin me to walk this way Maybe my album will get bought this way n***az slow down around me, I make em superstitious And one of my vices used to be wanting to look visually vicious But instead I use my head and I fed n***az something nutritious But you will appreiciate what a sacrifice this is And I know you ambitious young men, you have my best wishes Have a piece of this pain on a platter, it's one of my best dishes When you a**a**inate my character, not one remark misses So it's gone get funky when I'm fryin these little fishes f** fakin, there has been some offense