They told me I wasn't enough said that my head was all mixed up that I am not the one to trust I must have run out of my luck but if my pistol didn't bust and I was sleeping in the dust. my only issue would be then that you feel like I just gave up. but fuck what he thinking I'll never weaken pain only strengthens I am not Jesus just something like em and I am striving just to be righteous it's best not to test him he carry weapons his fuze is short and his temper is deadly keep it stepping keep it moven I don't want to have to prove it turn these verses to a movie staring you and ill be shooting call the cuts I am producing listen up you all should tune in radio is the new movement less you feel your girl is choosy known for leaving panties oozing not on purpose I just do it must be how my words come fluent or the way these Nikes moving either way I'm sticking to it like the matrix moving bullets if my lyrics were an ozzie I'm the mutha fucking tutor how the hell you gonna school me and you're felling actions proven lacking in your craft to do it am I suppose to be impressed I bet you do your very best to walk the streets with out a vest And keep from looking scared to death but I can see the way you step your trying not to crack a shell and hope the dogs don't catch a smell of pussy so you hide your tail but theres no need to do it