Letras
Uh, yo
Greetings and salutations, I'm running out of patience
So everything in moderation, even moderation
Check every single allegation for recalibration
Call that the big payback, it's debt consolidation
The credit fell, what the hell? Too much béchamel
Or FML, they desecrated the decibel
Go check the mail, then let me know if it's heads or tails
My ears burn like desert trails or Jezebels
Uh, somebody must be talking 'bout me
For carrying a big stick and walking loudly
Articles in the Times and the New Yorker 'bout me
My killer instinct is like Orca probably
I'm a Pulitzer Prize fighter how I vaporize writers
Shut 'em down at one time, synchronize silence
Make the audience forget you, call it Alzheimer's
Child rhymers don't come at the old timers
Whether your fan base is lil' mamas or Obamas
How you claim to have something in check with no commas?
You and Mary got the same request, it's no drama
I'm the pinnacle of language, yes, the Dalai Lama
Who the clown talking down to the twenty-one pound?
I got to send you some rounds to simmer him down
'Cause you're not worthy to even touch the hem of the gown
The brim of the crown, motherfucker, remember the sound
It's like
Ayo, yo
Since the second grade, I been gainfully employed
Hustlin' for change every day from three to four
When other kids was into playing games and being boys
Going against the grain's what I painfully enjoyed
When they was into race cars, trains, TV, and toys
I was thinking fat gold chains and freakazoids
Filling a deeper void, listening to that Indecent Noise
People used to tell me, "Boy, your brain gon' be destroyed"
Left hand to the law, right hand to Allah
Both hands to applaud who brought sand to the shore
Confessing all your sins to the dope man through a door
I seen the preacher man sniffing cocaine through a straw
We almost had it all, just one more cannonball