Airplanes (Freestyle)

Since '99 I've been dope in this Focusin' Unfocusin' Sure as the sun floats and sure as the sun smokin' I was the gun totingest My cous' told me Don't get demoted, keep it close to your digits You know you get it, you let yourself get too close to them chickens I said, "I disagree" Then I let Superhead lick on me Strokin' the kitten of Kat Stacks 'Bout to turn around and write a book about both of them bitches Next stop, to the top I done went from A to X,Y Almost at Z Chillin' at a rest stop My new bitch call her my PS3 You? Your bitch pussy call it my X-Box Me I'm the rhyme ruler Me and Denaun together Deadly as Nas in his prime You 'bout deadly as a benign tumor Since '92 been a highly touted retarded truth Prolly 'bout to Eli Porta-potty somebody booth Never sellin my soul, I'm sellin' my skills I'm on Raps Radar now Elliott Wilson Painter of the underground canvas Even though I can't freelance no more The underground's famished Before I settle for less then average I'll swallow a watermelon Follow it with a double down sandwich I swear that God told me Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me All eyes on me I know I'm not the greatest I go hard Your boom box is now invaded Bogart Look at me today 8 years ago, I was popular for being hated Solar! Nickel Nines the ruler God combined with Buddha Gifted oblongata, prized medulla Each lines like a computer bomb designed by MacGyver That only can be detonated by a MacGruber I'm thinking if I ain't binge drinkin' then I ain't livin' Somebody told me I'm prolly dyin', but I ain't listen By the time it could harm me I'll prolly die by a trigger So I'm only goin' cold turkey, right after Thanksgivin' I paint pictures between blank scriptures Now just how contradictory is it that I pray? The names Royce and I be poppin' so much pussy Dwight Howard look at me sideways And while the bitches try to grab all on my dick I can't even get my own nigga to rap on my shit You form a clique it should be sacred I shouldn't say shit Cause the Truth Hurts Like the bitch that Dre ditched Nobody loves my niggas like me Sober or wasted, for you there's no replacement I swear that God told me Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me All eyes on me!