I got a hard on for this life that i invision
to far gone from this life i am presented.
Studio nights writing lights diminished,

vodka ice windows tinted, that my mindset no quits until i get it

latenight dips in my pool at my mansion on the beach

it seems so far fetched but in my mind its so in reach

ten car garages mile long drive way

walls stacked with grammys and every day is friday

hot pursuit of my dreams like a car chase

leaning massaratis never have to pay a cabby
to fly me across town to the hottest party going down
man of the hour that everybody be talkin bout


and he got a pound for everyone
and everywhere he goes his track is blowing out the system

walls stacked with grammys and everyday is friday
everything seems to be finally going my way


whats winning to the goons that dont compete
fact from fiction to a dreamer when she sleeps
whats beauty love to aphrodiety

might to the mighty hercules
whats convention to the demons and the freaks


been holding this machete... bout to chop em down
born ready.. so yeah we bout to knock em out
and this lyrical massacre made my city proud


you know i br-br-bri-bring that future sound


good to bad ima reverse rev run it
you know i been jammin like the front of one hundrends
we exotic so these haters look to hunt us

they try to shoot us down but they aint takin nothin from us nah

bring it back around hardly home but always reckin

its my time but they dont see it hold up give em a second
bring in the lights, the illusions to their retinas
lest they get wise to the lies and start asking cosmic questions


lets focus on the pain thats inside that little heart
or the rage that starts to singe, then to bubble then to not

is the aim to be punished to be loved or to be taught
all of life is pictured, scripted, staged and waiting to be shot


but im shamalanesc they aint rhymin like this
said it before say it again lifes a game not everybody wins
stand by your friends, theres no doubt about it

if worst comes to worse you wont make it out without em

been holding this machete... bout to chop em down

born ready.. so yeah we bout to knock em out
and this lyrical massacre made my city proud


you know i br-br-bri-bring that future sound

good to bad ima reverse rev run it

you know i been jammin like the front of one hundrends
we exotic so these haters look to hunt us
they try to shoot us down but they aint takin nothin from us nah