[Intro]
Recognize the force as I force ya forces to forfeit, the lonely corpse of an orphan the heat is enormous
[Verse 1: Rasheed Jamal]
What if the negative was heaven sent
But while in pain you choose to ignore the evidence
I love my problems with heavy demons I'm wrestling
Rocky Maivia, the perfect picture of excellence
Circling nervous wreck, while I'm wrecking records for recognition
Recognize the stress as I stretch, rev up, and rev the engine
Recognize I'm blessed, oh yes, wreck and get recognition
Realize the lies, in my eyes, the real get recognition
This is my opinion, seldom shall I speak for mankind
Modern, fuck a martyr, fuck targets I'm laying landlines
Can I, change the fucking game, no need to stand by
Finger fuck the trigger til you bleed and need a tampon
Pussy niggas losing, keep it moving, get a damn job
Catch a nigga grooving in a coofie, understand bwoi
Flocks of pretty groupies acting goofy with they hands high
Life is an illusion so get used to seeing man die
Yep I seen a man cry, right before that man died
That man I called my Daddy, and that's the reason I can't now
I don't give a fuck bout what you thought, no, no, I can't stop
Pouring out my soul into a bowl, that's ghetto gumbo
Take it to the rack, and get sent back I play Mutumbo
Retarded on my album I'm the same in life I'm humble
To that finish line with this baton and I won't fumble
Strong as Kasmeyer, with cast iron I jump rope
Recognize the force as I force ya forces to forfeit, the lonely corpse of an orphan the heat is enormous
[Verse 1: Rasheed Jamal]
What if the negative was heaven sent
But while in pain you choose to ignore the evidence
I love my problems with heavy demons I'm wrestling
Rocky Maivia, the perfect picture of excellence
Circling nervous wreck, while I'm wrecking records for recognition
Recognize the stress as I stretch, rev up, and rev the engine
Recognize I'm blessed, oh yes, wreck and get recognition
Realize the lies, in my eyes, the real get recognition
This is my opinion, seldom shall I speak for mankind
Modern, fuck a martyr, fuck targets I'm laying landlines
Can I, change the fucking game, no need to stand by
Finger fuck the trigger til you bleed and need a tampon
Pussy niggas losing, keep it moving, get a damn job
Catch a nigga grooving in a coofie, understand bwoi
Flocks of pretty groupies acting goofy with they hands high
Life is an illusion so get used to seeing man die
Yep I seen a man cry, right before that man died
That man I called my Daddy, and that's the reason I can't now
I don't give a fuck bout what you thought, no, no, I can't stop
Pouring out my soul into a bowl, that's ghetto gumbo
Take it to the rack, and get sent back I play Mutumbo
Retarded on my album I'm the same in life I'm humble
To that finish line with this baton and I won't fumble
Strong as Kasmeyer, with cast iron I jump rope
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