Breakfast of Champions

A panther with flannels and black glasses

Emerald city, I'm Osborne like Black Sabbath

My path is littered with broken hearts and scattered ashes

Shaky hands and guilt from real past actions

My raps are transactions

Between white rage and black passion

Was cash lacking, now rack stacking

Save it I know who wrote me off

Khingz was suppose to blow when Geo quote his song

Gave people my soul and folks chose to pawn

But K is a poem wrote by the ghost of Ra

Yeah yeah, I'm my own man now

I gives a fuck what you say when I'm not around

Cuz in the end I got you singing my shit

Got you singing my shit, got you singing my shit

So what what, what the fuck you talking about?

It don't matter to me if you don't know me now

Cuz in the end I'll get you singing my shit

Get you singing my shit, get you singing my shit

I turn my pain into a song and now they

(Singing my shit)

Like I'm dead and gone they'll be

(Singing my shit)

I want the whole world to be

(Singing my shit)

I won't stop till every single kid up in this bitch walks up to their moms and start

(Singing my shit)

Even when it sounds wrong they'll be

(Singing my shit)

They'll sing the whole song when they singing my shit

Yeah they singing my shit, when they singing my shit they

Look at me like rap is back

But you can't see what I'm trying to do

like Itachi's Sharingan was infected with cataracts

Or like riding with tinted windows rolling in a Cadillac

Or not being a witness when I'm packing a mac in the back of ac

Gassing it back in the back of lac

Feeling like that rose that grew from a crack

But the fact that I rap and it happens like brrrapp

I just can't help it, rest in peace Big Pun cuz I got to pass it back

And if you ever felt it listening to any of my raps

Know that the fact that you did means I'm just like you

And don't ever think for a second you can't do this too

And don't ever let no one tell you, you can't touch that moon

Cuz I know what it feels like when you don't know what to do

Man I took my lumps and got back up like fuck the world I've had enough

And all the bullshit that you deal with when you feeling lost and stuck

It's cuz you're malnourished that you think it can't be done

And so I feed you, Breakfast of Champions