[Verse 1] They say they're tired of the emo rap Well this is tears, sweat, and hemoglobin; hemophiliacs Can't match the flow I've mastered, since Tyler was rappin ba*tard I've been wrapped in plastic, poised to blow like Japan's nuke reactors So while my time bomb's tickin I'mma stir the pot to keep it hot like Dylan spittin But I ain't tryna make a band, no Puffy to hold my hand The coldest n***a spittin, all I'm missin is an oil can Heartless, at least until Nicki's riding my starship And if she gives me brain, we could drown in purple rain The artist formally known as the n***a b**hes would blow past Now I f** them before I know them and pa** their friends off to Topaz Oh that's, not right, well that's life and I live it Even Foxy Brown in 05 could hear spite in my lyrics This ain't God given, this is hard livin Mixed the conviction to make millions off of writtens and avoid prison [Hook] It seems like my dreams got me losing sleep Could be counting cash, f** I look like counting sheep This is love for a game that ain't got love for me Ain't got no love for these b**hes that ain't f**in me It seems like my dreams keep me wide awake Staring at an empty throne like it's mine to take This is love for a game that might die soon A million downloads and not a penny off of iTunes [Verse 2] They say they're tired of the vapid rap Well would you be content if I made a reference to Basquiat? All my b**hes got Ferragamo and this is the Pharoahe God flow The young n***a raised off Pac who spits it like Nas in 9-4 Well there I go bragging again, but if you the illest to pick up a pen What? would you sit and pretend you ain't sh**? or go tell a friend to go tellin they friends 'Til I'm pushin a Benz, any smile I flash is insincere The Rari is the top and I would k** for there Then bring my n***as here and tell them bring some b**hes here Magic could lose his medicare and still wouldn't have a sicker year This might be new to you, but the monotony is beautiful No stoppin til like Rakim I am paid in the opposite of empty I got a taste for bad b**hes, don't tempt me If I'm talking to your girl, it's a little more than friendly Man I worked my a** off, I deserve a little t&a A VMA, and a seat next to Taylor at the CMA's