Sit Down

[Intro] Oh boy You might wanna sit down Go ahead, kick back Take your gay-ass Skechers off or whatever you're wearing [Verse] When I kill beats, I feel sentimental Writing verses like essays without pens and pencils I will special-ed you, I recommend you Quit pushing my buttons, you won't make it past the second level Spit in God's face, bitchslap the Devil You put your mouth on the chopping block... saying it's accidental My gun at your temple You thinking you Iron Man but you're just wrapped in Reynolds and all your raps is gentle Your heart is itty-bitty, I keep it nitty-gritty I'm pretty busy on the grind but not a 50-50 You think you a Bad Boy, but you would let your Shyne get taken ...he ain't just diss Diddy, did he? I roll a blunt and let the day begin Yeah, we Sandpeople but nah we ain't Arabian Out my whole crew, I'm the craziest Yeah, you make money but I make more... like Sapient I'm insane in some parts of my cranium Breaking into a Mercedes Benz with a safety pin I do drugs that kill my brain, but make songs that build like cranes And hold guns that make people stand still like cranes I keep it real to the day I die and don't expect no one to feel my pain I never feel ashamed, I can show you how to kill the game I'm hella high and I ain't have to build a plane I won't get into specifics, but I don't give a fuck, bitches Christians won't fuck with us? Fuck Christmas! Every day's a holiday; lots of cake, pot that's laced With Dustin Hoffman, I stuff my stockings With work then let the money fill up my pockets If there's a fucking problem Then they got dirt on their shoulders, and the street sweepers gon' brush it off 'em What you selling, game? That shit is hella gay The chopper loud as helicopter propeller blades Putting holes the size of a wedding cake In the side of your Escalade, you fighting a heavyweight Don't let me hear no scrawny comments I hop on the scale with gun, gun with bodies on it I should put the MAC-10 down It's like cameras, cause the hammer adds 10 pounds For every MAC-10 round, that's a year in the state can Cause they'll put your face on the wall like a spraycan If I don't know you, we don't shake hands You ain't no gang member, you saw that shit on Gangland! You could be as big as 50 now Anybody no matter how big can get killed by a .50 Cal Bladed up, the SOG'll cut a kidney out BLAOW... who run the city now? Ain't any rapper that's seeing me Compared to competition, I am on a different frequency OnlyOne here to crush all your worldly deities If you hear that and you don't know what the meaning be... Then I'll speak in terms you can understand easily I smoke tree and make money illegally The best spit like this, minus the seasoning The pipe leave you lifeless, right in your GMC You got a thousand pounds? Why ain't we connected yet? I'll put you out of bounds, go out of town to collect the debt Y'all George Bush, more shook than an Etch-A-Sketch But I ain't scared to play with the metal, like an Erector set Silver bullets, killing wolves and members of the Secret Service Just to make sure my trigger's working Explicit verses for you to misinterpret Honestly, poverty done made me a bitter person [Outro: Illmaculate]