Transcript (en)

Look at that, the 18 year old sensation, and not something that can be the best one that you want to just fall flat on your face Till I collapse, I'm spilling these raps, long as you feel them Till the day that I drop, you'll never say that I'm not killing them Cause when I am not, then I'ma stop pinning them And I am not hip-hop, and I'm just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts, when I'ma stop spinning them Women are caught in webs, spin them in heart venom Adrenaline shots, the penicillin could not get the ill in the stock A mock to sell, it's just not real enough The criminal cop killing hip-hop Filling a minimal swap to cop Millions of pop listeners You coming with me, feel it or not You're gonna fear it like I show To the spirit of God lives in us You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock Is it a miracle or a match? Just product of pop, there's enough The sizzle, my whistle, this is the plot Listen up, you pencils for God Slizzle does not give a fuck Till the moon comes up, till the lights go out Till my legs give out, can't check my mouth Kill the smoke, am I high? I'ma rip this shit to my bones Kill the rules, kill the lights, throw out Kill my legs, can't shut my mouth Kill the smoke, am I high? I'ma rip this shit to my bones Music is like magic, there's a certain feeling you get When you're real and you speak, and people are feeling your shit This is your moment, and every single minute you spend Trying to hold on to it, cause you may never get it again So while you're in it, try to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over, just admit we're into the 10 Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in I got a list, here's the order of my list, and it's in It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac, and Biggie Andre from OutKast, Jack, Kurok, Nas, and Thimmy Putting this in this tree, I'm the cause of a lot of envy So when I'm not put on this list, the shit is not a finny That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me Even though half your people got a fucking problem with me You hate it but you know respect you got to give me the presence where dream like Bob and your Whitney