Coast 2 Coast Weekly 5

Look They say I'm suicidal I always use the Bible I'm trying to gain composure, I'm bout to lose my title Cause I don't feel like being Stimuli no more I only wanted kids to listen, have my disc inside the store I wanted chicks to want to be with me It's like I'm rhyming for the fame and money Man it's funny, shit I think I got off course I would talk bullshit, but my voice gets kinda hoarse/horse Got me feeling like jockey on a track when I go off On the beats like an abuser, life is amusing So you wonder why I sound down Ever since I found out my homeboy was found drown Some of my recital started seeming suicidal And I sat my inner clown down But I still be giggling at these clowns round the industry I see 'em, I wanna just take the pound down and hit 'em But I'm spitting, I could probably make a killing Off a CD so to really make a killing would be silly Wait! I told y'all I was on a mission to give people what was missing I was pissed at my position I get Myspace messages like "When will niggas listen?" Feels like I should be quitting but this shit is my religion So I can't I'ma still be in the rap biz Round the time that the Cool Kids have kids Lil' Mama will be a mama And Yung Berg's ass will be Old Berg and I'ma still throw words 50 still gon' be 50, y'all still be flowing fam Souljahboy will be a Souljah man and I'll Be There Like the Jackson 5, rapping live Ask me why I call myself a the present Why I feel like I'm a legend Why my CD feels like Heaven When you play it, it can take you to a place like I'm a reverend With a sermon, wait a second y'all I know what the ghetto needs It's not these fake M.O.P.'s Nah, see every time you play they shit It feels real real like a game on Nintendo Wii But just depend on me Cause my shit is not a video game It hits you hard and it sits on your brain I gotta do it different Some say I sound suicidal Cause my music goes in a confusing cycle See, it's like I'm grinding from the bottom Just to make it from the bottom Now my mission is to do it for survival Shit is like I'm in the basement But I'm taking the stairs Climbing up And every single step has taken some years I'm trying to reach the penthouse And I'm swearing I'm there I'm thinking I'm near the top B But I ain't even hit the lobby I was Unsigned Hype like Eminem and Common But they made it I feel like I don't got anything in common I'm told this the bottom but I'm never ever stopping Look at rap, it's like a villain and I'm Bruce Wayne in Gotham Lot of cats is Jokers and I don't even got a Robin No sidekick, I'm on my Blackberry, holla Throw me up a signal or a riddle and I promise I will be there with the llama if my dude's got a problem If a girl's horizon calling me, I'm bringing condoms It's like Gomorrah and Sodom with whores, groupies and drama My man, just got clapped touching someone's baby mama And he never even knew the dude existed till he popped him The game's tough and the streets pressure me But I will not let it Heath Ledger me So I'm the Joker without the make up The first solo artist to break up Who's fucking with me?