Mentality

Hold the phone
 Coming out the dial tone of the everyday rap
 Is a musical milestone
 So why settle for less when the best is coming at you
 Side-stepping through the mess
 So raise your hands if you're tired of egotistical coke-heads
 The jokes dead
 Hooray for the mystical madman
 Studying books and taking notes on a legal pad
 Crooks get the decoy
 I enjoy making them mad like shaking up an ant farm
 I inject intellect into a fans arm
 I inflict X amount of damage and I manage
 To ravage rhyme books and cut them up like cabbage
 I don't play video games or waste time
 I like to make beats meditate motivate and write rhymes
 Five times a day I get disgusted
 By a mediocre rapper that couldn't cut the mustard
 To be brief the booty rhymes that you busted
 If they was a bike they would be in the creek rusted
 Missing a wheel what's the deal
 Where's your motivation
 You want money and fame
 It's just a game
 Take women for instance
 The minute that you stop sweating them man you'll be getting them
 But I'm not letting them get into my head
 I just put them in the bed and then I proceed to petting them
 Beats I'm setting them up for target practice
 Like bottles on the fence get the twenty-two and blast it
 Smashing the glass
 It's the last rap classic
 I'm lost in America
 The area's massive and jam packed with bastards blocking up my path
 Makes me go grab the twenty-two of MIller then max
 Program the tracks
 Put the pen to the paper
 No time for love Dr. Jones
 I'm sifting through stacks
 This is my secret technique
 This is my secret technique
 This is my secret technique
 Because I always speak with mentality
 This is my secret technique
 This is my secret technique
 This is my secret technique
 Because I always speak with mentality
 Yo it's the classical gas
 I got another hall pass
 I rocked a house party then I got a little ass
 I took out the trash because my house smelled
 I clang an emcee's head like a motherfucking cowbell
 Now telling stories and drinking forties in the dark
 In summertime you see my ass running through the park
 Falling in the creek with my clothes on
 Crawling back home to get my motherfucking flows on
 You see that?
 It just goes on and on like life
 So quit trying to hold on to the side of my boat as I float past
 No you can't have my change
 Im trying to feed my own ass and you know that so why are you asking
 I'm just kicking back and trying to be relaxing
 Because life is taxing and so is the government
 But you know I had to keep my fans loving it
 I'm straight rubbing it up in the faces
 And I'm not fucking scared of no gun either
 Handling my business like a man hand to hand
 But I'm not trying to start any beef until an MC
 Feels the need to show me that his fucking head is empty
 And I'm not trying to be paranoid
 But I plan to make riches so I must avoid the Noid
 Trying to take the cheese off my pizza pie
 If hip hop came from the streets well that's fine
 But now it comes out of my mouth
 And that of others with like minds
 You search for us then you might find
 The key to be free is to want it
 Let me tell you a secret
 Your house is haunted and the ghost is you
 So what am I supposed to do
 Search for a posse of the chosen few
 Or just hold my brew a little tighter
 Fuck the either or man
 I'm a lover and a fighter party igniter rap-rhyme exciter
 Dropping rhyme rations from a hang-glider
 Even when I'm sloppy drunk my rhymes sound tighter
 Dropping science like a hot potato Ore-Ida
 The easy rider might pull an all-nighter
 Checking my web for MCs like a spider
 This is my secret technique
 This is my secret technique
 This is my secret technique
 Because I always speak with mentality
 This is my secret technique
 This is my secret technique
 This is my secret technique
 Because I always speak with mentality