Right Here

[Intro] I'd like to thank y'all for this opportunity to drop the jewelery, and get this shit poppin' musically [Verse 1] Feels like I'm locked in hell's gate and God's my cellmate Saying "plot this jailbreak, pop the cops who tailgate!" You sealed your fate, prying inside my business To find a mind as scientific as Mayan hieroglyphics As God's my witness, I'll spit viral sickness Like Bible-scripted Black Plague in the last day's final minutes On primal vicious grind, 'til my vinyl shipments climb Through the grapevine to be the finest vintage wine Sky's the limit? Fine, I'm in your atmosphere The racketeer the sky into falling on your rap career And I ain't stacking near the millions I'm worth 'cuz saying something ill in a verse and having skills are a curse But still, I got a feeling that this villain at work'll be More chillin' than still-born children at birth I'm the king, my underlings are building my church And when your mom close her eyes to pray, I'm stealing her purse Now, God willing I become the illest on earth Where love is hate, so I just pray your feelings get hurt My life is tragic, so it's only right I right the madness Like being psychopathic's my right of passage Don't care what the price of gas is, I'll splash it on you While I'm lighting matches and put out the flames with nitric acid Spiteful bastard, I'm back with a vengeance A fifth of Jack and Mac-11 to capture the essence [Hook] I'm just an artist getting closer to the edge So when I go over, know I put my soul in what I said For real, 'Bolic ain't focused on the bread I had enough of that, so if you with me where the fuck you at? (Where the fuck you at?) We right here! [x4] [Verse 2] Fuck your gunfights, all I need is one mic and crowd time And I can outshine the sunlight on cloud 9 For now I'm climbing uphill and grinding 'til I chill reclining on a diamond-studded silver lining Fearless rhyming, but those skeptics don't get it Most said I dig my own grave, I'm too poetic Stress like Po said, let's Organize Konfusion I'm just a microphone fiend, always high, using The rush intoxicated me and fortified the movement And plus I get to slaughter guys, all for my amusement Drawing my conclusion, don't need a label budget So I'm saying "fuck it" like I'm way above it, you can hate or love it Raised in Suffolk, fighting like I'm Razor Ruddock Without a pot to piss in, urinate in public In the home of Rakim, Erick Sermon, R.A. the Rugged Diabolic's dancing with the devil angel-dusted Bring the ruckus, let's rumble in the slums So I can punch you in the ribs 'til they're puncturing your lungs I'm just wondering, how the fuck you doubling your funds By lying about scratching off the numbers on a gun? Cuz the muthafuckas where I'm from feel inside That even though Dilla died, hiphop is still alive And it will survive the fake thugs talking tough When I click the nine and get a dial tone and call your bluff [Hook]