Don - "Men of the Century" lyrics

[Verse 1: Juanyae Decarlo] I'm the illegitimate child of the unfortunate May 19th is my purge- keep ya porches lit Torch is lit n***a sit it in my palm Your lips deliverin' jibberish, sound like Sean Paul ER visits, Mike Vick b**hes, 6 stitches, b**h switchin', lip syncing, taylor swift lyrics and Question marks to end d**h sentences Fresher than d**hs scent it is, when an incentive meets incident, retros vintages, jagged end inserted by sensitive, spit darker than squid remnants if Drama meets the theatre We can deal quick as f** Starin' at the celebates- middle finger up LG triple cross, stick it to ya faithful to show how soft you n***as are, mutilate ya pick a part, we is only sick is all, sick of y'all, groupie hoes lick off Grab a friend now switch it off Grabbing at the 9, place a bullet through ya mind-frame Pop a n***a, pop it b**h, pop my collar Old n***as mad cause I'm f**in' wit their daughter, f**in' up their daughter now Silent night to slaughterhouse Bodies on the floor, now the chalk is out, walk it out Shells droppin', hollowed out Molly's good in Hollywood, think she won't she prolly would Check ya' spouse Cutting board incomplete, red in the kitchen sink Screaming stopped, let em think Ring on her finger but she naked, and you ain't home? Poor placement, she wanna give it up so Ima take it, ima take it(x2) High notes, with silhouettes of Abel compositions Ain't sippin' no Hypno, refuse to pop the XO, playin' my position Just to break you n***as down body decomposition I'm radical's definition, predator no science fiction Time tickin', vinyls twistin', lifted, supernaturally gifted, split four spliffs spittin' tar like where the fifth is, poppin' oxy-cotton with Pop Rocks poppin' heads off of chickens, n***as mad cause they bizitch pizicked my dizick no limits long as her lean still hittin', dippin' down to stiffness, first date foreign b**hes fornication formulatin' forensics, pumpin' the fifty risky business, no stoppin' after start-up, I'm gashin' 'til you finished, Saturday and Sunday nights playin' games more wicked than westernly native witches messy in the kitchen Fueling ya hatred for the basic b**hes headed for basement from what originated as optimism All in ya mind, you hoped not to see, I'm an awe in the mind of Socrates, I'm coming for ya pink, and you're not tone enough for stoppin' me, Dealin' harm bodily, sound of struggles from trunk of Impala all cause a b**h could lie but couldn't fake an apology Been playin' out of pocket and your problem is probably me Feeding infidelities issuing intel and further being an uncommitted mothaf**a' i belong where missing fathers be Don't f**in' bother me [Verse 2: Don] Cause I'm down for the cause Down for the cause and they treat me like a boss Boy, I am a boss Watch the way I walk Come into the building looking nice when I floss How you talking bout you "livin' life" in the mort' You ain't down for the cause You ain't really 'bout to ride when I peel off Is you bussin' back when the shots pop off Ain't about the funk but I'm ready for the war Everything I'm hearing got me mad lookin' bored Sound even better when I sleep and I snore Yeah sleep and I snore Walk into the store take a lot and never pay They Know me by the looks and they heard of the name Yeah I say my name I love the way it rings Since '97 been ahead of this game I'm done waiting now I'm about to make space Please get out of my face Everybody talking but they ain't saying nothin' Everybody watching but they ain't looking out Ain't looking out like look at me now Repetition in this beat, really going wild Man of the year It's the man of the century In a lil' while you gon' see what I was meant to be They throwing all the hate but I swear it don't get to me I swear it don't get to me I'ma take a chance like the risk don't apply to me I'ma keep going 'til i run out of words I'ma keep flying 'til i see no more birds See no more birds Like bird was the word I know that it hurts Finish this verse I know what you thinking, I know what you here for It won't be over 'til I see my headstone This music you hear is what I will die for So sit back and think, what you gonna die for? [Verse 3: Jordan Malone] I'm in the whip Tell my homie drive slow, like 'Ye Hotbox, like model V No joke I blaze Smoke that haze Just to get me through my problems Hope my ways my solve 'em Open case, of violence No one say they silent I'm guessing its obvious But if you already sense I'm tense Am I another tab like sentence indent Lend a 'Lexis Meaning give me a hand All I need's a push Kush get between my plans I'm sorry, ain't no one helping Like shots, you just gon' down me And i won't come clean Because the only thing you tell me Is everyone surrounding And everyone my family And everyone care about me But every time everyone is around Everything is collapsing Mr. nobody But i ain't saying nothing So maybe you tell me somehthing Maybe its okay like the words you say But at the end of the day How you gon' sleep lying to my face Bridge] Cause this the real one Oh this the real one Tell me how you feel son Hold that thought Cause I'dd rather hold a steel one Looking back, I'm glad I never dropped a buck on a G-shock And right about now they mad I'm dropping these buckets every deep shot Life is a seesaw Do heaven or hell follow? I could leak detox Before i give an answer If i did it wouldn't be final Forever, the youth has been cancered And truth is survival Cancel, the truth is a lie though Eyes open livin' blind So you never see what you die for What you gonnna die for? (x3)