There's not much you could do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Drazy'll have to step in every once in a while to save me To make me stop and think about it before I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to take me If they heard some b**** play the tape before they erase me I may be a little too fast-paced and racy Sometimes average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times Cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm going too fast cause my mind is racing And I could give a f**k what category you place me As long as when I'm pushing up daisies and going as long as you place me Amongst one of them greats when I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z To every single guy hard fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me Believe it or not I thank my mom for how she raised me In the neighborhood daily to jump and chase me It only made me what I am today See regardless of what anybody believes who hates me You ain't gonna make or break me Try to strip me of my credibility and make me look fake Gee you're only gonna be in for a rude awakening Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the d**k you've been saving to say to me You had all this time to think about it now Don't f**k the album try to about face me Cause I've been patiently waiting for the day that we finally meet In the same place to see No matter how many battles I've been in No matter how many magazines on mine No matter how many MC's I eat up Oh it's never enough No matter how many battles I've been in No matter how many magazines on mine No matter how many MC's I eat up Oh oh it's never enough My flow's untouchable now you gotta face it Uh oh it gets worse when I go back to the basics You go say the wrong s**t and get your own face S**t the smell of victory love it so much I can taste it I spot my target f**k direct f**k You piece of talk say that your s**t sounds Did it you're overrated I'm out of luck Get it up study your moves then crush you mother f**ker If I'm the best and the worst then God's gift is a curse So you're trained to destroy you paying attention boy I spit s**t slip f**k it's so quick you miss f**k To be specific I go ballistic it's hieroglyphic My music is a drug press play you ain't got a f**k Better get your f**k over and over but you gotta cop it When it's hot it's hot you're hating this under novel stop it No matter how many battles I've been in and won No matter how many magazines on mine No matter how many MCs I eat up Oh oh it's never enough No matter how many battles I've been in and won No matter how many magazines on mine No matter how many MCs I eat up Oh oh it's never enough