Slayton Dixon - Orlando Magic lyrics

b**h, I'm gold cappin' Came up from rappin' Everything I do - I do with pa**ion I know you're sick and tired Because I'm tired of it I want these publicists to write down my rubbish And give me a personal aid so I can transport my luggage Momma used to complain about the music It's too loud and I'm making ruckus I never thought I'd make something of it I know you're stressed I'm stressed too because my life the roughest Yeah Give me a house in Los Angeles, or better yet a castle I'm a sky-view an*lyst I'm mad because it's a mad world I live the valley life - pretty woman and sad girls I'm not a socialite Staying up at night to get my vocals right My focal knife will slice open Any career that you're hoping to make it Like Michael Jackson I'm gentle but yet I'm open Mental carries the wary soul I'm the definite chosen Dozing off when I'm smokin' I'm tokin' the finest potent I've broken a world record the way I leave faces frozen I should be an area code the way I'm zonin' I should be on TV Got the forehead like Conan And if it's war, we'll go to war like the Romans But I don't want no war I'm kinda sore, my heart's broken Yeah One day we'll be lost at the ocean and people pirating my work will get to face the opus The people violating me will get the notion I'm not "Real Estate," I'm like a real stockbroker I got security on me at every show Way I've been feeling I should copyright every flow So if you got some tendencies, then better let 'em go I know it really hurts the stagnant to see me grow Behold! I'm not writing down what really happened Rappers They hate The Heat like Orlando Magic (That's ill!)