What I want

Let me skip the indroduction lacking on this track

This the shit you listen to doing drugs type of rap

This ain't fight music

it's take ya life music

Music for people that might get hyped

n loose it

Toons to Grab some vodka then abuse it

This ain't no club banger shit for thats grooving

This the shit got people Ask What the hell we doin

Get to moving Shit we movin to a monumental movment

It ain't no gang banger typo way shit

it's some game changer psycho made shit

This speed got me Bouncin off the fuckin wall n all

Like some bouncy ball bouncin all In a hall

True lyricist that dont give no care what kinda skills you hit

I'mma get more specific n serious

without mumble rappin any kindo giberish

No need for using the same lines a stupid gimik

I'mma do my thang bake my brain

Rappin through my mind even if it brakes the chain

Idolize great ones like rekwon n wutang

Chop up a beat like I'm tech

N9ne chopping on a beat

till emcees end up depleat

Deseased like they played with cyanide

Or pop a pill thats laced with stricl nine n died

I'm high n I'm mean as bee loose on the top story of the highest building

Looking for some one to sting cause they done dissed the queen

No Im Not a king

But I'm fly to say the least

like the wing of a airplane on that 911 day

Could be seen in reality crashing from the sky to smitherings dang

I'mma say what the fuck I wanna say

 

 

I'mma do what I want do

Jott down a rymes or two talking bout fuck you

I'mma say what I feel to say

N you can say anything

it can't ruin my day

 

 

 

You can't hang like my mom wished about my jeans

This the kinda shit to chop up some bricks n serve em those fiends

This the music makes you realized theres an illusion in the American dreams

N change your believes not believing in what you see

Now that I got you Scarry eyes open do you see

Got you questioning everything you believed

Like who I am n what is this reality

Wake up now stuck in some matrix in another galaxy

So move the fuck along with your impaired type of fuckery

Gee is it me that feels like I got this all in the bag

See you don't wanna be dissin me cause you a closet typo fag

on the really reals I'm bombin on em like a car in bagdad

So ya better be prepared with some kind of kamakaze rap

Not saying that your goin against a god alright

nothin frickin odd alright

Just a warning I Target oponets I got in sight

Challenge accepted time to start

Before I start to pick em apart

Make em victem to their own art

Out the chamber goes the kill shot

Out the chaimber goes the pop

To the head right before the body drops

Chop chop

Kill em dead on the spot

Shoulda know mess with me not

Cause I'mma speak my mind if you like me or not

 

 

I'mma do what I want do

Jott down a rymes or two talking bout fuck you

I'mma say what I feel to say

N you can say anything it can't ruin my day

You can't ruin my day

Anyway