Feelings... Perspectives... Interpretations... Opinions... That's all to be considered... of course With a grain of salt... of course But does it ever equal up to reality and real shit? Of course not Whateva I'm tired of politics, and talks of economy Most of that shit is fake as ideas of racial equality Not saying it's never possible, but I'm thinkin logical If we origanal, we superior by our qualities Niggas see what the Bible see My Genesis pre-existent, the bullets exit us Once them niggas divide the fee But trying me? For them Numbers you can get left at sea And word to surf, you know what my niggas gon do to hon[or me]? See me and Numbz an anomaly My catalog is triumphant, inspect the deck You gon see that I bomb atomically Nigga I wish these people saw the art not the figures But it figures, these people only care for money with Niggas What's the difference between slavery and industry It ain't a thing, we sell ourselves And white men profit off of us endlessly Uh I could kill em with bars, I'd rather put more in art Ya come short, complex like Napoleon Bonepart They never smart End up baked tryna get chicken, you will never get the riches of wishes, picking a bone Apart I put in grind for the legacy I build ahead of me Cuz you can die for ya man's dreams like Corretta King You best believe I speak the realest shit just in the form of bars Noah's Ark I seen the waves before it could ever start That's why other the common troupes had never bothered me The fucked up fads that were flaunted for fame, had fathered me Fool fuck ya goat, I'm God in a human coffering I'll grab em by the horns and hail a sacrificial offering Bitch I spent my time tryna dine on chicks, like a two-piece While setting forest fires from penning lines on a loose leaf Be cool b Don't lemme pull this clip, ain't no movie, You'll be like a rotten tomato in the trunk of a Two seat Out of ya whole group, you the only bitch, like The Fugees I finger fuck her flowers with pistils, then plant a new seed Uh Rap gods, done met the underground fire lord Triple 6 pen, split two people when fire storms The Rings on my hands lights, I guess I'm Hal Jord Green Lantern Corps, an arm lift to manifest the green I'm Constantine- ain't magic when manifestin my destiny Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick Sometimes I have to remind not to write the same shit Came from the pavement But now I live gracefully I take time, grind in this game- and do it patiently- Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick Sometimes I have to remind not to write the same shit Came from the pavement But now I live gracefully I take time, grind in this game- and do it patiently I take time, grind in this game- and do it patiently-