In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up An artistic writer, author with arthritis Carpal tunnel, marshal with star ***itis Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed Dick headed, a brick, a big headache I'm sick, quick with it for every lyric spitted There are six critics who wait for me to slip with it So quick, it's dynamite, stick, period, a wick It's gonna explode any minute So I'm gonna tick, lit it and it's not Nelly Do not tell me to stop yelling When I stop selling I'll quit so, stop dwelling I'm not felling You fuckers are not ready cause I got jelly Like ***'s out of your pot belly This is destiny, yes money, I'm off running So get off of me, I'm not slowing, it's softening No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me No apologies, y'all feeling the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all Till I get a call that God's coming No apologies, mad fuckers it's all funny I could spit in your face while you're standing across from me No apologies, my head is a pillow, a weeping willow I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows But these cellos help just to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough So keep playing it, stand next to the subs I choke mics like asphyxiation When I'm strangling my own throat, masturbating *** yeah, I'm a basket case And I master this rap ***, till my ass gets wasted Till my assassination Till I'm slain cause of some fags infatuation 44 mags, a fascination A taste for disaster, and if that's the case then No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me No apologies, y'all feeling the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all Till I get a call that God's coming No apologies, mad fuckers it's all funny I could spit in your face while you're standing across from me No apologies, the song isn't for you, it's for me A true MC, it's what I do just to see if he still has it And if his skills mastered, he's able to spill raps long after he's killed That's a real MC, got you feeling me Whether willing or unwillingly, you still agree As long as there's still this hunger and will in me Then expect a longer life expectancy I'd be a savage beast if I ain't had this outlet to salvage me Inside I'd be exploding, soaked in self-loathing and mourning So I'm warning you, don't coax me, it's silly I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be fooled The press blows up this whole thing, it's stupid They don't know cause they don't see that I'm wounded All they did was ballooned it I'm sick of talking bout these tattoos, cartooned it That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of duking Make it *** while I'm puking, and you too, you can Expect no sympathy from me, I'm an MC This is how I'm supposed to be, cold as a G My heart's frozen, it don't even beat So expect no apologies Expect no sympathy from me, I'm an MC This is how I'm supposed to be, cold as a G My heart's frozen, it don't even beat So expect no apologies *