cant quit, cant spit, at the level i want to and still hit the mark, like im not smart, walked into hyvee AND a kmart, trying to be nice, but it aint what they want im humble, cant say flaunt, without my brain taunt - ing me , an mc, is the dream, but well see if these l-y-r-i - c's can be the the p - avement im insane in the brain like a train with no brakes ill shake your hand and look you dead in the eye got hit by a s-e-m-i, only God knows why i survived not gonna lie, not that guy, pal so ill show you how, i studied the lyrics, even the devil couldn't comendeer it so i threw up my hands and let JC steer it, hoping ill get the chance to let the people hear it read a verse, and instantly you will fear it the kings of kings, you know theyll seer when they get down let me talk my shit, ride thru town with a sound that pounds like a round of beers when they all start to chear when they hear my name on the tele- not macavelli but also not too ready to throw it all away like some rotten spaghetti im a soldier but no im not a vetty, keep in mind im still ready to get heavy with this ammo inside of my blamo, pardon me i mean my brain, my crane - ium not predeum, living in a camper not used to this kinda pamper aint no baby, dont play me, i go crazy like i got happy feet, call me swayze got a good a work ethic, dont call me lazy, vision gets hazy like ive been blazing seeing red being fed 3 inch lead cuz my pencils dead to rights, its my only chance that i have for a shot at life that i might feel like, im doin right, by the one true light, who saved my life and yes i have a beautiful wife the love of my life, got two got to, let you know who shot you aint gon pop you, but i aint afraid like an animal who breaks his cage into a hundred pieces but just wants peace with himself, so he goes and runs off into the trees instead of a cell loses the part of his mind, that keeps him right keeps it tight like my circle dumb like erkle dont sip purple but i still like taylor, opie oh gee, no he, did, oh shit, its him, the kid, nah the lift, call me a fork in the road like a toad, i puff up, then i jump ya, with no one but my own two feet you know you see, the lone mc, hoping he can zone in, and channel the flow with, the honing of his skills he knows it wont pay the bills so hes known to keep it real, even under pressure, might as well write it all down as a letter with no chance of chedda, bobs ya uncle, im up on anotha ghetto, wait no, i mean sioux city known to keep it gnitty gritty, from the sioux, like you know what it do 7-1-2 East side, sioux city where i RESIDE