Face The Facts
Hey, Hey, Hey (Hey) Just Display A Rhyme Skill Man
That What It Is 92 Till Infinity And Beyond,
Heh Heh, And Beyond
Allright Look, Monthafuckas Still Rap beyotch
Hey, When I Was Fifteen It Was My Dream To Work With Pream
He Believed In What I Do So Now he's Makin' This Beat
And I'm Writin' These Rhymes, Makin' Sure That I Kill It
Shinin Like I'm A Critic The Goverment Cann't Conceal It
My Style They Try To Steal It
Cus' People Startin To Feel It
I'm Goin On These Adventures Somethin Like On A Field Trip
And Now I'm Growin Up Lookin Around This Planet
Some s**t Be Goin On And I Just Can't Understand It
No Need To Panic I Got To Expand It
A Million Downloads I'm Takin Over Your Bandwidth
Moments All Can Did Kodak Reminisin Go Back,
Life Feel Good Want Yall To Know That
Don't Have No Dill And No Half A Mill
Just On My Game Start s**t With Some Mass Appeal
Go Platinum, Independently, Incredibly Dope
You Needa Tell A Scope To Come And Get At Me
And Maybe I Could Never See To Label My Identity
They See My Middle Finger Shut The f**k Up And Let Me Be
That How it's Always Been And How It Will Be
Filthy a** Rhymes Makin Money But I'm Still Me
Flippin' The Mics, Spittin' This Nice,
Never Could Get Everything That I Like
Now I Can Copy No Matter The Price
F**k If You Get It I'm Rappin For Life
You Can't Tell Me s**t, I Got My Own Mind,
It's Six In The Morning And Now it's Go Time
Hey, Had To Take The Beat And Let It Breath Usin Up The Oxygen
The Kid He Go Rockin' And There Ain't To Stoppin' You
See Me Stockin' Up Workin Every Second Of The Day And Still Not Enough
Now On That Cocky Stuff what Yall To Acknowledge Us
If You Don't Suck My d**k b***h Esophagus
You Probably Just Go All On The Internet
See A Conversation And You Fell The Need To Interject
I Ain't Finished Yet don't Think This Kid A Threat
I'm On The Lose End Find Me Supervision Yet
You An Mp3 I'm Still In A Set, Vintage Yet
Futuristic With Some s**t Taht Split Your Dick(Deck)
My Cadence Complex Rhyme Without A Concept
Atomic Bombs Your Just A Stupid Fake Bomb Threat
Six In The Morning And I'm Writing These Rhyme Workin Hard
So That You Know Every Night Is A Grind, Fine