Yall don't see me in the hood? It's 'cause I'm doin' this, man. Niggahz I'm still grindin'! I'm still hearin' those sirens, I'm still gettin' chased by those lights, only the light's mine, and my mic's on, and my time is none, because I'm writing more. And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business. I'm here to eat, sleep . . . and I can't let y'all derail me, man, I got . . . it's whatever, put that on the cheddar, man, but in the mean time . . . this is it my niggahz, this what we boast about. Now I'm here, so shut your mother-fuckin' mouth! And show me love, bitch! . . . There's a certain mystique, when I speak, that you notice that's sort of unique 'cause you know it's me, and my poetry's deep . . . the way I flow to this beat. You can't sit still, it's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep. I'm strapped, it's knowing any minute I could snap I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped, I bully these rappers so bad lyrically, it ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money, you can't pay me enough for you to play me it's cockamamie, you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady my noodle is cockadoodle, my clock's cuckoo, I got screws loose, yeah, the whole kitten-kaboodle, I'm just brutal, it's no rumor, I'm numero uno assume it, there's no humor in it no more you know, I'm rolling with a swollen bowlin' ball in my bag, you need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass. You better love me! . . . I just want to love you, for the rest of my life. I want to hold you in the morning, hold you through the night. And all the bitches say, I just want to love you . . .
