Too Long

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the fullest
 Pencil is full of insolent bullets
 I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
 Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
 I begin to spitting like vintage Pac, demented
 Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
 The day he gave me that shot when I was just 'bout to quit
 So to not see him with me would be a shocking image
 And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is
 Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it
 And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
 Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
 Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky? Nope
 But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this
 And put emphasis on the "dope," so when names come up
 In that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
 And don't mind me, while I remind you of the flow
 You won't find anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen explodes
 'til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time
 Let insults fly even sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
 In school I was so shy, timid
 Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
 Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause they were new
 St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size fitted
 But kissed them old days, adios, I did it
 They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic
 Now you fuckers don't wanna go starting no argument
 Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow that's more authentic, and don't front
 Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
 Rest in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
 Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
 I love you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
 I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
 I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne
 Better watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
 I'm in a whole different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
 No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
 From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in defeat
 I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
 Cause I don't know what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
 Bitch, nobody's mind works like mine
 It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown
 Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Show-
 -case with Denaun screaming "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
 Never asked you like my shit from the get
 I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass, bitch
 You had you a nice run, now take a hike
 I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
 Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
 The real rappers get their mothafuckin' skills cracking
 Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
 You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
 Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
 Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
 They jerked me around so what's up now?
 Wow, how much of an asshole would I sound like
 Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but don't front
 Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write
 Now I write the type of shit to make you wipe
 But wear diapers cause you might leave a streak
 I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't wipe
 It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
 Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is lighting
 This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
 I guess some people only live twice, and it's funny
 My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
 But you dimes won't get a fucking nickle from me
 Oh shit, I'm down on one knee
 I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
 From boy to man, it's still make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
 I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with them pop stars
 I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
 No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll never get met
 Middle finger pressed against Moby's nose
 Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
 (But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
 You can't take it, oh
 Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
 But convince me you've heard
 An MC since me who's this good with the fucking mincing of words
 Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
 Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
 It'll be like my skin being Indian burned
 Hah, bitch there isn't one, when will you learn?
 Never been served if memory serves
 I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these words
 You know I got you open kid, stop fronting
 You know I got you open, Word Life