Uh
N.IG.HT.M.A.RE shitting on em man
Huh
They thought it was a game and shit
But it's really not
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
I put a style together for you
It's so comprehensive
I would tell you my life story
But it's a lot to mention
Should've had lots of pension
And that thing on my hip
Call that shit loss prevention
Beautiful minds are venting
Read between the lines
And see we're on two different pages
The shit that keep you confined
It shows we're from two different ages
You stuck standing in line
'Cause we move at two different paces
They hear yours and hear mine
And make two different faces
Like, who you
Yo, who's he
Where he came from
He ain't spitting no hard bars
And his name's dumb
And they remain
Doing the same thing
'Til the game's done
Your mom's a bitch
Your dad's a bitch
And you they lame son
Who the f*ck you talking to
What a cat got your tongue talking, too
Evidently you're not on your Q's and P's
So, why you walking through
Parked from the guns that bark at you
And your homie is a target, too
And you owe me for the times you've known me
And I told you
I won't bargain fool
Ricin in your Rice Krispies
Antifreeze in your Gatorade
Anthrax in your tide samples
Cyanide in your Minute Maid
Ricin in your Rice Krispies
Antifreeze in your Gatorade
Anthrax in your tide samples
Cyanide in your Minute Maid
They're poisoning your mind with the shit they play
Let it seep through your cranium and penetrate
Voices in your head, in which you can't relate
Blocking you into conformity, a graceful haze
But I will not conform, call it renegade
They like Pro those some distasteful ways
And when I eat off your plate I still say my grace
Nah For real
What the f*ck you talking bout
Who the f*ck you talking to
Where the f*ck you be banging at
And why you ain't got no dogs with you
Constipation of the brain
It smell like their shit farted, too
Oh no didn't
Shitted on 'em
Bitch don't get me started to