[Verse 1]
They say they're tired of the emo rap
Well this is tears, sweat, and hemoglobin; hemophiliacs

Can't match the flow I've mastered, since Tyler was rappin !@$(
I've been wrapped in plastic, poised to blow like Japan's nuke reactors
So while my time bomb's tickin

I'mma stir the pot to keep it hot like Dylan spittin
But I ain't tryna make a band, no Puffy to hold my hand
The coldest ^!$$% spittin, all I'm missin is an oil can

Heartless, at least until Nicki's riding my starship
And if she gives me brain, we could drown in purple rain
The artist formally known as the ^!$$% (*##$es would blow past

Now I $#&@ them before I know them and pass their friends off to Topaz
Oh that's, not right, well that's life and I live it
Even Foxy Brown in 05 could hear spite in my lyrics

This ain't God given, this is hard livin
Mixed the conviction to make millions off of writtens and avoid prison


[Hook]
It seems like my dreams got me losing sleep
Could be counting cash, $#&@ I look like counting sheep

This is love for a game that ain't got love for me
Ain't got no love for these (*##$es that ain't $#&@in me
It seems like my dreams keep me wide awake

Staring at an empty throne like it's mine to take
This is love for a game that might die soon
A million downloads and not a penny off of iTunes


[Verse 2]
They say they're tired of the vapid rap

Well would you be content if I made a reference to Basquiat?
All my (*##$es got Ferragamo and this is the Pharoahe God flow
The young ^!$$% raised off Pac who spits it like Nas in 9-4

Well there I go bragging again, but if you the illest to pick up a pen
What? would you sit and pretend you ain't %#@!? or go tell a friend to go tellin they friends
'Til I'm pushin a Benz, any smile I flash is insincere

The Rari is the top and I would kill for there
Then bring my ^!$$%s here and tell them bring some (*##$es here
Magic could lose his medicare and still wouldn't have a sicker year

This might be new to you, but the monotony is beautiful
No stoppin til like Rakim I am paid in the opposite of empty
I got a taste for bad (*##$es, don't tempt me

If I'm talking to your girl, it's a little more than friendly
Man I worked my $$# off, I deserve a little t&a
A VMA, and a seat next to Taylor at the CMA's