Yo
I had to go for mine
From the bottom to the top is a hard climb
But hard rhymes beat hard times
Gimme a spotlight and Ill shine
Brither than the brightest star
No matter who you are
Youre outdone
I won
And for the coup de grace
Competition turns into fans
Like a politician
My competition spans
From country to country
Its never too far cause Ill take em all
From the shah to the czar
The fu man chu
The prime minister too
The king and the queen
My rhymes are so mean Ill do
A number on the country
Like never before
Is it a contest
Or the threat of world war
Choose your weapon no half-steppin
And lets go
But if ya steppin watch ya step
And step slow
Take your time change your mind
Cause steppin to my rhyme is like
Steppin on a land mine
Blowing you to kingdom come
This aint vietnam
A brother thinks hes ready for war brings him on
A perilous journey
You catch a hernia
Trying to burn me
Cause like an attorney ill
Cross-examine
Your rhymes of my design
And Im styill standing
Tall
As the competition falls
In actuality aint no competition yall
Cause Im rollin over
Rappers like a u.s. tank
Meanwhile laughin all the way to the bank
Get the picture (3x)
Suckers
Tried to put me down
Siad rap was crap
And wouldnt be around
Any longer than two years
But eight years later
Im still here
Fully paid
Because the rhymes I made
Made dollars and cents
I wasnt dense
I stayed
Away from drugs
I never touched a pipe
When I wanna get high
I smoke the mic
I never did white lines
I only write lines
And I aint sniffin nothing but
The vapors from hype rhymes
As I start to float
On the rhymes I wrote
Ascending to a level with the gods and I tote
Loads and mounds of people
As they reach new heights
A half-a-mile from heaven is the party site
And Im the attraction
The ods will be packed in
Coming out of their pockets for me to rock it
And acting
Like theyve never ever ever been entertained
They try to act godly but they cant maintain
Aphrodite would freak
As her knees get weak
And venus would peak
Off every word I speak
Zeus would get loose
Fully induced
Ill make apollos ryhmes sound like
Mother goose
By nights end
Mercury is so hyped
Hed spread the word
That theres a God on the mic
Captivating all the other gods
By the masses
Described as a dark-skinned brother in glasses
But unlike the other gods
I aint a myth
You wanna rif
I suggest you take the fifth
Get the picture (3x)
Knowledge
Is the source of my success
History is the course
And lifes the test
For those who dont know
Historys repetitive
Lack of knowledge
Serves as a sedative
Makes you relax and max
The lack of facts
Holds you back
The odds are stacked
Against a weak mind
Makes a meek mind
But mine aint weak
I got a piece and ima speak mine
Telling you the truth
I raise the roof
With rhymes so hard
Im bulletproof
One slip of the lip
Could sink your ship
You wanna get hip
Lets take a trip
All aboard
This is the last call
I aint a mandate cause
Ill only ask yall
Once and only once
To purchase a ticket
Get on the rap train
Watch me kick it
From state to state
And every little hick town
Theyll all be down
With the new hip sound
Treating me like more
Than just a star of the sport
But more like the judge in a court
Yall rise
And raise your hands in the air
Pump your fists
And solemnly swear
To rock the truth
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth
Not only the youth
Cause the young and the old
Are all alike
It makes no difference
When Im on the mic
For those who cant
Visualize what their eyes cant see
You wanna get the picture
Focus on me
Get the picture (3x)