[Verse 1]
I gotta get what I can and what I don't I gotta take
If it means everything than its something I gotta shake
I gotta grip on this game so they call me the King Kong
With guns drawn out with a pen I've been gone
It's never enough (what?) that every tough rapper
Who never gives up is just in a world that lives up
To every word written or spitten without forgettin'
Where he's from in the D and in me is still the mitten
I won't budge not for a sec for you to judge
With no grudge with a right hand full of slugs
It's a pity where God put a smudge in Rock City
Everybody doesn't smile and the thugs are not pretty
It's apocalypse now at my best I'm intense
With a middle finger up to the world and nonsense
It takes much to say tuff that much
To anybody out with a doubt to say such
I don't care plenty my words ain't to friendly
You ain't making me a dollar my dogs have got pennys
I'm sick with the flow all of my tracks are mainly psychotic
I'm ill with the beats and my words are the anti-biotic
Look and you got it hammer's will snap you in half
Leaving you in a bath of blood doing the math
I am the next viscious and mean this is a team homie
The rest are just fiends
Get it right cause my city is to hard
My words don't mean shit without these few scars I'm serious
All of my dogs will clap you
Leaving you some new stitches and slugs for tattoos
I get mad and busy with words and in a frenzy
And I'm a be the 1st to admit it I get dizzy
When these people try to say that I ain't got flow
When I say more than just a bunch of hey ya ho's!
Get ya money up shit your better off with a muzzle
Before the muzzle of this Eagle leaves you up in a puddle
Get your team in a huddle cause I'm coming a full blitz
With full clips and words in a mix and bullshit
I gotta get what I can and what I don't I gotta take
If it means everything than its something I gotta shake
I gotta grip on this game so they call me the King Kong
With guns drawn out with a pen I've been gone
It's never enough (what?) that every tough rapper
Who never gives up is just in a world that lives up
To every word written or spitten without forgettin'
Where he's from in the D and in me is still the mitten
I won't budge not for a sec for you to judge
With no grudge with a right hand full of slugs
It's a pity where God put a smudge in Rock City
Everybody doesn't smile and the thugs are not pretty
It's apocalypse now at my best I'm intense
With a middle finger up to the world and nonsense
It takes much to say tuff that much
To anybody out with a doubt to say such
I don't care plenty my words ain't to friendly
You ain't making me a dollar my dogs have got pennys
I'm sick with the flow all of my tracks are mainly psychotic
I'm ill with the beats and my words are the anti-biotic
Look and you got it hammer's will snap you in half
Leaving you in a bath of blood doing the math
I am the next viscious and mean this is a team homie
The rest are just fiends
Get it right cause my city is to hard
My words don't mean shit without these few scars I'm serious
All of my dogs will clap you
Leaving you some new stitches and slugs for tattoos
I get mad and busy with words and in a frenzy
And I'm a be the 1st to admit it I get dizzy
When these people try to say that I ain't got flow
When I say more than just a bunch of hey ya ho's!
Get ya money up shit your better off with a muzzle
Before the muzzle of this Eagle leaves you up in a puddle
Get your team in a huddle cause I'm coming a full blitz
With full clips and words in a mix and bullshit
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