Bars Up

[Verse One]: My sorrow is gothic Phantom of the Opera, inspiration is haunted Pain is the poetry that made my muse nauseous That's how I make mu-SICK Rappers claiming a gangsta excuse for not doing no new shit Down south they screw hits I'd rather screw a silencer into a gat in slow-mo and 'do hits' SK whisper like a sex symbol Little cousin affiliated, neck tatted with a set symbol It's like, ain't no hope in the world Mike Jack want the little boys, R. Kelly want the little girls And I don't know which is worse I'm tryna snatch Alicia Keyes purse so I can learn a woman's worth Parker doin' dirt, got hip hop cops Tryna RICO Law a nigga if I don't go pop But still can't solve the murders of 'Pac and Chris Wallace Racial profiling, rapper profilers [Hook]: Niggas get ya bars up, spit a 100 bars what Stop dick riding, fuck bitch you star struck Get ya bars up, Henny Patron Get ya bars up, double R up, get ya cars up Get ya bars up, spit a 100 bars what Stop dick riding, fuck bitch you star struck Get ya bars up, money, hoes and chucks Get ya stars up, niggas get ya bars up [Verse Two]: Fuck Hip Hop nigga, that's skull junk I write classics to make ya think about somethin Fuck if ya dance to it, here's a leg-breaker Hold a hand grenade, now shake it like a salt shaker Homie, drop a bomb to that Decapitate a hostage after we bomb Iraq And penitentiaries is packed with old black niggas Mad cause they crack smoked they life away Hate a youngster cause he see in him his lost youth Some motherfuckers be testing, number one jail house lesson Heard misery loves company Is that why failure and sabotage keep bumping and grinding on me? Humble nigga, but I learned in life People don't respect nothing but pre-emptive strikes And 9 times out of 10 you can avoid bullshit For the 10th, the reason I carry nines with full clips Felon, lost the right to bear arms, so I wear long sleeves Please believe I will still pull it But the state of California done passed that new law The Governator giving out a year for each bullet [Hook] [Verse Three]: They say the first shall be last, last shall be first My last name start with the letter A Am I cursed? My moms gave birth inside a coffin 6 feet under the dirt, quenching a sick thirst So I'm hungry enough to eat a bitch lung like Big Lurch My battle between Angels and Demons, it gets worse Won't put you on the cover cause you mastered grammar But put you on the cover if you dance like Hammer Fuckin hypocrites, I'm just telling the truth Never stopped being spiritual but I still lust material Diamond mines, slavery back again And I'm smart enough to know what's happenin But that don't stop me from having a pinky ring Or a icy gold chain when you see me in traffic man And I'm probably just ignorant enough to stunt And gold-dip a real life African [Hook]