Motown 25

I end careers, years, pierce ears fierce with spears
 They say I'm gifted, get lifted like the beers in Cheers
 Catch a thunder bolt, pockets stay lump from hundred notes
 Stunning quotes make you run your coat while the sun's afloat
 Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's
 It feel as ill as concealing drills in the knee caps
 Your funny style get three snaps in the circle when off
 The purple and greens, I'm higher than the jeans on Urkell, then I murk you
 Bust tecs, the lead sparking now who be my next head target
 I lift up, roll out, like the red carpet
 Say my name three times in the mirror and if I hear you
 I'll appear clearer, extend both arms and pull you nearer
 Pound for pound, I'm pretty live on the mic
 And keep it flooded like Mike, on Motown 25
 Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price
 I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice
 Grin is sarcastic, the way my pen'll spark acid on the bar
 Whether in the crib or the car, blast it
 Son is a, prob rob funds from your publisher
 While his dogs put his guns to you like the Punisher
 Or the Terminator, flow is harder
 Than a German major midterm paper, the kid burns the saber
 Striking cats, how you want it, gats, spike or bats
 I know you liking that, I stay sharper than Viking hats
 Exhale, blowed mist, served you with a cold dish
 Niggas vomiting, bowels moving, they can't hold piss
 El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam
 Club your spleen and bury you, just as deep as a submarine
 Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us
 You saw us laying down a law just as raw as a crawfish
 You met your death and although, I took away your breath
 And I ran, I still left with a Grand like Theft Auto
 You little niggas can't touch me, baby
 Okay, maybe Jay Z or maybe not
 Pardon if I sound lazy, I've been puffing crazy
 Writing Puff's shit, so mothafucka fuck you, pay me
 Or lay down in your feces, my guns talk, I'm speechless
 My Pen's that Teller, I bends that fella, now peep this
 I eat you and then wash you down with who you eat with
 Me and Elzhi, yeah, we split
 He's sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of how sick
 He is, he's sick of how sick me, is me, baby me
 Sickest in the D, since the Shady LP
 I can fuck, that's what ladies tell me
 '83 I was fucking, I was six, head in my momma's daycare
 Yeah, that was nothing, I'm the shit
 Back into my rhyme again, niggas call me arrogant
 That's because I'm confident, I found it when I found a pen
 Three deals later, three meals later, tryna win
 About to be signed again, that's right I'm bout to clown again
 Knock-knock, who is that? It's the cat that'll snap
 Throw cheese in the trap, on you homie, you a rat
 Ha-ha-ha, I'm back, matter of fact I've never left
 Those who say they ain't expect it, can't accept it
 Haters left this, boy no choice but to blow
 Fuck another ho from on another pole, fuck a show
 Fuck a flow, I'm about getting money fast
 While you rapping or perhaps you hustling sucka slow
 Ice glow, sticky green, bush on sicky team
 Capone, put powerful "White Boy Ricky" cream
 Get him straight if he leans, fifty fiends in a line
 Nickel Nine, been around, niggas you would kneel around
 From Milan to Iran, I'm a don
 Now when I'm around niggas calming down eating like it's Ramadan