SaDiCi - This Is Music lyrics

Music, music, step in the studio I lose it I spew it, now watch how I do this, do this But the truth is That I'm music, music Tune it, to see how it do this The beat that I'm using ain't problem All I got with me is a dollar, a dream from Toronto I wait and wait, I'm patient only god knows When ill make it, hit the models Bottles, at the parking lot up in McDonald's My heart is seeming hollow This art is all I got tho Look at the way I'm spitting it, all my rhymes unlimited Like Fab' you know I'm k**ing em', its vivid b**h I know I'm denting your bars, amazing sh** Save it pricks, save it b**h, no time for relationships I k** everydamn time with the P.E.N I'm spraying L.E.A.D, Call me PAC or B.I.G Call me Eazy-E or D.R.E OMG, did he just call himself a L.E.G.E.N.D? The last 3 words goes for those who try to challenge me Hello nice to meet you, but I'm at another galaxy I mastered this, with the pad and pen, I'm back attacking them On a spaceship when I made this thing You whack emcees better not live it up I got my middle fingers up, cuz I don't give a f** f** the world, till I bust a nut sh**, life's a b**h, and she on my dick, but I haven't even touched this s*ut Bust the guns, pa pa pa, down to one Are you suicidal, well who am I to just judge you by what you have bottled Your emotions don't mean sh** Take you off the scene quick You must be on some lean tip Leaning, or buzzed some weed hits I'm with the dimes, with all the ice inside my little mean whip Music, music, this is muthaf**ing music LM is the movement, now watch how I do this Get in the studio, I lose it I spit my sh**, while your sitting there all clueless But the truth is that I'm k**ing it I rap like there's no limit b**h Enemies better send them quick To be finished with My flow just so venomous I overdose on medicine This microphone is pressed against I hope that all these sentences Is dope and send some messages Beast mode, beast mode, homie I'm in beast mode Y'all falling in a deep hole I'm balling with my mean flows Tell B.O.B that he was lost in the weed smoke Beast mode, beast mode, muthaf**in beast mode Tick and tock, the clock is almost over, but y'all missing shot like Shaq on the free throw Sweetest lyricist at 16 I k** you pussies period if you test me Are you serious, you against me Isn't a challenge, its a step down I'm climbing to the top, like b**h you better step down All these rappers need to step down Mo one f**s with me, if they did will their dead now If not, then they fled down, hip-hop running through veins At 24 ill run the game, you don't believe that, your must be insane Chilling with the boys Hearing all this noise Your telling me, I'm tryna ignore it Sahib, helping out with the movement My producers helping out to just do this Music, music, muthaf**in music Step in the studio, and lose it Don't try nuthin stupid I don't need no one else, I need theme f** it From you people it seems that I need nothing Cuz I only exist to you when you need something That's music, happiness, sadness, stories I hope that I'm never boring Chorus, or 2 minute verses to prove sh**