Battlefield

[Chorus] x2 These are words that my men have been real Ain't tryin' to reinvent the wheel of wack thug The game's like a sick battlefield with men ill But I've got my whole fam with me now that's love [Verse 1] Yo, chip on his shoulder, glad it sunk in You don't walk with; you walk among him Thems the rules, no bendin' No flow lendin', this takes balls like goal tendin' I, man up stand up to the bullshit Telling fans put their hands up if they feel it The fake shit I got a man named Eddledip (?) Fifteen, just got out the bing and he said "This is what rap is, fuck I had this, upper class kids Using 'ghetto' as an adjective" (No!) "This is what rap become, speaking smart actin' dumb Rapping like a shooter when you know you don't pack a gun" I said "Nah" but I was lying through my teeth Cryin' underneath as I heard a sigh of relief Then I told "It would never look bleaker Today you've got to dig a little deeper" [Chorus] x2 [Verse 2] Limit this, when I reminisce When it comes to B.I You know I handle minds like a hypnotist Middle finger to the cynical critics Who couldn't do what I do If they was visiting my clinics First, "He's too complex" Next, "Where's the concept" Then, "He just smack clowns" Now, "He don't back down…" To no one…the mic's like a loaded gun You want to learn from the truest While slogans run I can't fuck with no beef that's over-done It's over son I took it to round one Moving on… You knowing that the flowing's spectacular My lyric's like a massacre Usually when I'm cracking the… Sidewalk or the sediment The all-black forces, sorta like the 54th Regiment Them Nikes, I gotta get them in bulk I got the streets on smash like the Incredible Hulk [Chorus] x2 [Verse 3] Hmm-hmm mike check they ain't done yet Please let me have your enthusiasm for a sec Y'all talk about rhyming off blocks to get credit Only if you rockers bust with athletics dog forget it Claim you're hated on 'til the break of dawn When it's time to make a song you better wait 'til later on This here is real words You can say I'm preaching; each and every person breathing into a mic thinks they're teaching I reach in and abiding by the rules Never no time to lose I don't confide in fools Every night, getting hype While you reppin' like you've ever like When you like the pride of your private schools? I provide the jewels: the shine is me Now view this time, the rightful recipient Living in the most doomed of times… I use my mind to prove that I'm the sickest of human kind