Rhymefest - Martyr lyrics

[Verse One] Yo, yo Don't call it a comeback, I've been here for years Feds know my name, motherf** my peers This is real hip hop in your god damn ear Not that fake bullsh** you listened to last year Yeeeeah Rhymefest, I'm fresh and healthy Chi-Town Castro, call me El Che I'm finna win or die, no ties or stalemates On fire crashin' through Hell's gates Without Kanye or Mark Ronson, it's me in a clutch None of that other sh** y'all can say is a crutch Fightin' off sheer will and misdeal The ride of my life is stick shift and it's all uphill I'mma reach my throne, I'mma write these songs, I'm write my roles Please God, take his strength, make me strong Let my son understand if I don't come home I got, lots of cake, got zeros to make I prepare like a martyr with the videotape Wait! Mom, Dad, please be proud When I go off and blow myself up in the crowd Take as many fans with me as the Lord will allow With that I wipe sweat from my brow Let's go! [Rhymefest talking] It was....actually, when I wasn't around Mark Ronson in New York I wasn't around Kanye, wherever in the world he was I saw J Records deny every song that I put forward sayin', "This not gonna be on the radio." "That not gonna be on the radio." "We can't put this out like this." And I realized...I'm was on my own [Verse Two] Biggie said he was +Ready To Die+ and he did Pac asked, "Is there a +Heaven For G+?" Yes it is Now-a-days you got parents gettin' raised by their kids Sellin' dope to put food in the fridge, fridge, fridge Heard a child say, "It is what it is." Naw son, the game is what it gives If you ain't ready to die, maybe you don't deserve to live This ain't suicide I'm a martyr coward! This is the 49th Law Of Power k** everybody involved, whether y'alls or ours On the east coast I saw how they cause them towers to fall and shower The whole world paused for hours In Chicago We like to march and rally When the cops shot a kid in the back of the alley In the back of his leg, in the back of his head In the back of the back and threw him in the back of shed Noooo! [Rhymefest talking] Everytime somebody says "Rhymefest", they wanna be like, "Oh me beat Eminem." "Oh he wrote +Jesus Walks+." Yo man, I've done so much more than that Like, there's so much more to me as an artist you know what I mean? To Rhymefest, there's so much more than a talking points Like, you know everybody put those talking points on him [Verse Three] If you don't bust guns than they'll call you a chump If you don't push packs they'll sell you a pump I'm rollin' with fertilizer and a fuse in the trunk Just cruisin' tryin' to not hit bumps Just tryin' to keep my cool but it's percolatin' I hope Allah's got my virgin's waitin' The show goes on when the curtains rake in Momma wanna know what the murder rate is Screamin' out, "Plug City!" Takin' every motherf**er that I can with me Military civilians, women and children f** theories, I'm puttin' big holes in buildings And I'mma stay on my deem ? Raheem Word to King, I'm a man with a Dream But I GOTTA take one for the team I'm ready