[Intro] Ali, mix it... Ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup? Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup? Ha ha ha, ha... [Verse 1] I spaz out 'til I pass out There's clarity in my vulgarity for a sass-mouth Your parody's not funny Apparently you ain't nothing but industry crash dummies As long as the lord love me, I'm good I could: be the best rapper but I'd rather be the answer that capture the violence that coincides in my hood I should: stick a fork in this music business But I'm too deep in it like pussy on my penis Devil's kitchen in Phoenix; that's the heat that I'm bringing where the shade at? I'm L.A. radio and good music, boy, I don't play that Ugh, Walking a thin line from thinking like Einstein And rhyming like Rakim in '89 Don't wanna pack a nine just a mind full of wisdom Like a man 99 years old locked in prison Don't freeload on my vision Get exposed like an R&B ho with a sex tape hidden I'm always for the business, forever you can feel it Whether you Crip blue or a nigga that hemorrhage My penmanship is like me and Langston combined to the hip And my hip to the hop don't stop as I rock I got a buzz like a shot of Palmer Sun And the women fall in love as they fall in my crotch Now understand that I'm all that you've got Give me chance, give me ears, give me hearts, give me props Hear the difference? I'm cool like that Oh, you spit? Well the retarded drool is back See, I'm the author of the authors, the father of the Austin Power fajja Who can bust like a charter, why bother? I know a jealous serpent is a burden to my life But still I carry on like luggage on a flight The realness in my bones is the DNA to life I can give you insight only if you're in sight I'm looking past y'all like a fastball - strike! And I ain't even tryna give it my all - yikes! I'm comfortable enough to go and chill out with a Huxtable You couldn't see my pedestal, because you're afraid of heights Cloud 9, where you can find Me in my dime like Roosevelt in his prime Wait 'til I'm in my prime The moon and the stars will align on my Louis V. belt like Orion To whom say he cool: but the irony is I could hold the bottom of an iron with the bottom of my palm I say so much, so little all action, no talk like a mime throwing up gang signs It's not all about punchlines, I don't do that I'm a Jaguar; you're just a new cat, now move back Kendrick Lamar on the radar for success Aiming for the top like an AR aimed at your neck I can never digress, 'less I get demoted to death Even then I'll be the best still, like a petty theft I will: conquer my biggest dreams Once you open the cage, I bet that I'll spread my wings Nipsy got street cred, Jay Rock got street cred And all I got is bad credit, big ears and big head But still they'll feel me, cause we all ate cereal Humped at momma's friend's daughter while they bump the stereo Backflips on shopping carts, free lunch at the park Watched Power Rangers after school; here we go I'm so Comptonized, I will never compromise For no fussy ass A&R or TEO We ain't what you think and you think we're back But we've been here for decades, and I vouch for that Open your mouth for that, speak well like a great debater over iChat Get your other eye cracked I don't rap, I-Iraq and declare war I enjoy watching enemies' blood pour I came up lower middle class, not poor So don't feel sorry for me, I don't need y'all to love me I need y'all to feel me And if you feeling froggy to leap, then feel free My feeling's all aside, my pride is deprived By the ultimate prize I'mma get when I see your suicide