R.I.P.

[Guilty Simpson] Standing on the edge of adrenaline Slipped and fell when I landed, lost my innocence Now I feel filthy, now I feel guilty Focused on what I am, not what I will be I'm a work in progress, it's a process And it's documented the projects I never been hard pressed to kick it with the in crowd I became the in crowd, I'm the shit now, watch me Might sound a bit cocky but these motherfuckers can't stop me Bigger the yap, the bigger the slap Bigger the hat, the bigger the gat Squeeze somethin', chin check your best threat Now get upset, cut check We set it off, jettin' off, lead somethin' I tend to offend cause I call it how I see it And a win is a win Sinister grin but rarely seen A pair of mini machines in my pair of jeans Fully automatic, clap it, rapid, wack a rapper at a pace Before they challenge their fate we send 'em outer space We runnin out of control, you couldn't stop a freight Train, your eyes realize you wouldn't pop a grape I popped an eight, some excel invites It's probably why I sleep well at night My conscience clean, I used to have monster dreams Now I shoot up and conquer things, yeah I force your hand, my name ringin' bells across the land For a feature that'll cost a band, or two, or few or four or more I'm rugged to the core, hecklers watch the champagne pour The camp ain't poor, we been it, winnin' somethin' every minute Heed the message what we sendin' They tried to divide and conquer but instead I divided my competition With compositions amd sharp incisions [Interlude] A taste, a waste Bashing smashing blackness into utter disgrace Like last in the race Her-on, horse and stuff a feeling you feel once Then you chase for the rest of the race Like a wounded sickness carrying rat Rat, RAT! [Guilty Simpson] Simpson is formulating plans for biz I'm more advanced than them campus kids School y'all! More sharks than a pool hall These high heads get smashed, we'll be cool tomorrow I'm an underground lord cause I do it all Run from nothin' no matter who you call You're a fraud overwhelmed in the realm of realness We signed and sealed it, and move tomorrow, ship 'em Another victim, I don't wanna kick 'em while they down But Mo the Town wisdom, we enlist 'em A part of my army, and fighting with arms We collide with zombies, and clash till it's all resolved We never back down, and never lack sound So you're advised to put the shovel back down Cause we not dead yet, so adjust your headset Yes!