Words by Kazem Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kazem]
Most of my weaponry's verbal only
Disturb the homies
And you can see it
Spur the old me
And you'd be bleeding
But now I'm peaceful
I grew out it young, not quick cuz see I was scrapping in pre-school
Around 2nd I'da stabbed you in knee too
And 5th was my 6th time against at least 2
People
At once
Knew a few friends that had guns
Even some that didn't like me brought they gat up to class once
Now back where I was half of em dead and the other half of em strapped up
Dapped up
Convicted killers, witnessed things you wouldn't know the half of
And about the same amount of people hate me now as dead people who showed me mad love
2 huge numbers that add up
To why my brains twisted and this is what makes me rap a
Circle around any challenger
I'll establish a
Gap in talent between me
And whoever you think could beat me
I'll threepeat
Three times in three weeks
You a level below me
And there ain't never explosions with just some C3
You couldn't see me
Unless your looking up and that's to say your beneath me
But don't take it wrong I'm reaching down to help you up
Look around those that with you now will only help you suck
If only I could help enough
And get myself some competition
Wishing my bars were hot enough to melt some metal and smelt myself a pot to piss in
I'll probably leave your roster missing
If you thought to diss him
Telling your crew to run while they can't resist to stop and listen
Me jottings like a folly of monsters hissing
At my opposition
A warning that I'll end a career and care less than if they told me that my dog was missing
I remember when they told me that my dog was missing
Didn't shed a tear but so much anger and fear that my arm was twitching
And I know it's obvious I ought to miss him
Didn't understand I was so young when it happened
That I was mad at him
For leaving
Look back and its as if I can't believe it
I didn't think Ill never see him
I thought what about the allegiance
I thought what about me I need reasons
Now I'm alone on a team that I'm stuck on for three seasons
Never prayed for his family I barely said please Jesus
But when I did it was to say let me see him
Attention span is short but I know that I need preaching
So while the pastors talking you look and see me reading
Book after book of the bible
Took in the vitals
Cuz half of my actions are just me looking for survival
Also looking for a guide to
Tell me what should I do
Cuz the path I'm looking down doesn't include any of my idols
I'm torn because being adored by fans and friends
Means ignoring half of the lessons from my family man
But if I'm not meant to do something with it why would God make me an artist once you hand me a pen?
Most of my weaponry's verbal only
Disturb the homies
And you can see it
Spur the old me
And you'd be bleeding
But now I'm peaceful
I grew out it young, not quick cuz see I was scrapping in pre-school
Around 2nd I'da stabbed you in knee too
And 5th was my 6th time against at least 2
People
At once
Knew a few friends that had guns
Even some that didn't like me brought they gat up to class once
Now back where I was half of em dead and the other half of em strapped up
Dapped up
Convicted killers, witnessed things you wouldn't know the half of
And about the same amount of people hate me now as dead people who showed me mad love
2 huge numbers that add up
To why my brains twisted and this is what makes me rap a
Circle around any challenger
I'll establish a
Gap in talent between me
And whoever you think could beat me
I'll threepeat
Three times in three weeks
You a level below me
And there ain't never explosions with just some C3
You couldn't see me
Unless your looking up and that's to say your beneath me
But don't take it wrong I'm reaching down to help you up
Look around those that with you now will only help you suck
If only I could help enough
And get myself some competition
Wishing my bars were hot enough to melt some metal and smelt myself a pot to piss in
I'll probably leave your roster missing
If you thought to diss him
Telling your crew to run while they can't resist to stop and listen
Me jottings like a folly of monsters hissing
At my opposition
A warning that I'll end a career and care less than if they told me that my dog was missing
I remember when they told me that my dog was missing
Didn't shed a tear but so much anger and fear that my arm was twitching
And I know it's obvious I ought to miss him
Didn't understand I was so young when it happened
That I was mad at him
For leaving
Look back and its as if I can't believe it
I didn't think Ill never see him
I thought what about the allegiance
I thought what about me I need reasons
Now I'm alone on a team that I'm stuck on for three seasons
Never prayed for his family I barely said please Jesus
But when I did it was to say let me see him
Attention span is short but I know that I need preaching
So while the pastors talking you look and see me reading
Book after book of the bible
Took in the vitals
Cuz half of my actions are just me looking for survival
Also looking for a guide to
Tell me what should I do
Cuz the path I'm looking down doesn't include any of my idols
I'm torn because being adored by fans and friends
Means ignoring half of the lessons from my family man
But if I'm not meant to do something with it why would God make me an artist once you hand me a pen?