Charles Hamilton - Ralph Nader lyrics

[Verse One] It's alive, Igor! f** is ya'll n***as Hating on me for? You need to retort At least look up what the word is, you don't Understand why you hate me, you virgins. It is Cause I've had my fingers in some sloppy seconds That ya'll n***as say I gotta be reckless and Check 'em? f** you! I'm tired of n***as n***as is liars, now I'm firing you n***as, I'm jobs Like Stevie, like you can't see me Hard to believe me when I'm speaking, why? Because I present you with lies, cause I know the truth Argue with me since you know it, too. Oh, you Don't? Sorry, this little ol' booth is the Only thing holding me back from not being couth But f** n***as, they don't want to see it though But I love people who believe in this dude, let's go [Hook] I don't give a f** About what people say I don't give a f** About what people say I don't give a f** About what people say Neither should you Unless I own, unless I own the muthaf**as! [Verse Two] For the record, thank you Jimmy Iovine The only person who does not believe I can not Be bigger than the Eminem guy, since he was Fly in the eyes of n***as who was tryin' to die I'm not trying to be fly, I was used to being grounded My mom used to found in me the reason why bound is Bounty, clean up a mess And I was the biggest mess, didn't steam up the steps When I was younger, but when I got older I became a stoner And now people are looking at me with a bo*er I smoke until I get into a coma What, is it because you think I'm a loner that I don't have a Diploma of owning muthaf**as in their diplomacy? No one's owing me nothing cause no one's knowing me I know the deepest secrets of everyone, like Social security, you know cause you're hearing me [Hook] [Verse Three] I love making music, the simplest facts Nothing better than getting out the booth and hearing your track After you just ripped it into places of which a Track could skip if you made crack in the CD Actually biting me as seen on TV Cable in the cla**room, mad cool But cats wanna hate on this awesoming rap dude Because I grew up in Harlem where b**hes don't bag dudes Let me turn my phone down before someone calls me And I'll be forced to spit off-beat all week Cause I could rap on this beat for the rest of my life And then get rest until my life is arrested By life, you know, when I die And hopefully that won't happen any time nigh So while I look into the eye of the Sky of the future, I hope I'm what you're used to [Hook]X2