[Intro] Chamber Musik is making me rap. I'm at a table like it's a conference. And I ain't got no raps. I'm about to kick album sh** Yo, I'm not going nowhere Not going nowhere Y'all I'ma be right here I'm not going nowhere I'm not going nowhere Sometimes I feel like I'm falling Same time I feel like I'm soaring Feel so confused like I'm poor but I'm balling Heart getting dark like it's night but it's morning Rap was exciting but now that sh** is boring E'rybody b**hing 'bout it, e'rybody talking E'rybody rapping now but this sh** is my calling Call him, ask the father, I will bet a fortune He'll say he made for the babies and the orphans For the forefathers that are now inside a coffin For the people lost in the source and For all the ladies that absorbed all the pain from abortions Huh, yeah, what? Am I'm nauseous Course it's cause I feel so exhausted 10 years no job, never hit the office Never had a boss, just boss chicks Toss thick shawty's in the air Cute as Halle up in Swordfish Gorgeous, but I feel morbid But I still talk sh**, often Sick flow, coughing Crawling, walking Jumping out the window, I'ma spit till I'm a corpse After that I'll still continue I did larceny, arson Ransacked apartments Then went to church and asked God for a pardon I feel like I'm starting to lose it, the music is stupid, it's garbage I hear all the carbon Copies, sloppy, I'm probably a target Of F.B.I., S.T.I., cornered the market This is my house, wipe your shoes on the mat before you dirty up my carpet You should feel awkward Trying to see me, I'm the darkness That's like a shark to a dolphin, it's smarter to forfeit If we go to war? sh** I'm like a swordsman and you like doorman You'll lay dormant Sleepy, feed me, my blood is pouring All on the beats and you can see it's my calling Call 'em, ask 'em Back when Maccaulay Culkin was Home all Alone when I was causing Problems, writing, rapping, pausing Growing up, getting back in it and I'm the Source I'm the Vibe, I'm a Rolling Stone, XXL My first album is dropping and I know it's going to sell Huh, huh? Yeah I'm not going nowhere I'm not going nowhere I'm not going nowhere I'm not going nowhere Yo They always say I'm not a people person, stealing people's purses And spitting out evil verses, no need to delete the curses No need for rehearsing, I'm speaking on purpose I'm squeezing and bursting This nina I purchased, but I'm squeamish and nervous You see how I'm swerving on a road of people observing I feel like a burden I got the world eager and yearning For something deeper so I'm turning on the heat when I burn 'em Believe I've been working for seven days a week I've been working I started tweaking, now I'm converting to Jesus and churches Tried to cop a key so I could cop the keys to Suburbans We're dealing with third but, now it's like I'm healing for certain I keep trying to drive this rhyme, but it keeps on occurring They always say I'm not a people person, cause I keep it personal Business is first, anyone bursting me, hurts terminal Curtains, he turns purple like Grimace I serve permanent ditches for herb n***as and b**hes I'm nocturnal, his vision is not personal Listen, I pop burners The heat it could pop kernels To fire like hot furnaces n***as is not learning I'm 'bout to stop hurting these verses And drop sermons, the world will stop turning Yep! [Sha Stimuli talking]: Oh sh**. My Soul To Keep. In your stores. I'm sitting here rapping. For y'all. Sitting down. Ain't sh**. Know what I'm saying? That's how we do, like a press conference man. Except I ain't taking no questions. Buy the album. I'm getting the f** up out of here. My Soul To Keep! It's my soul, but it's your album. Buy it