yume no yume no genjitsu
yume no hazama
ore tachi sedai no geemu
tefuda no choisu
ojama da
ojama da
ojama da
ojama da
ojama da
sonna kantan ni wasurerarenai karada
tsurekomasete ku ore no me no man naka (yeah)
All of a sudden
you wack spitters wanna rap like you been in a dojo
I can't picture you tryna scrap in no tux
but you wanna personify Gojō?
(kudarana i na kore no) Baka (Baka)
take on every single one of you solo
Using a yo-yo, get you gone like a dodo
runnin' laps on slowpokes
Hayaku (Hayaku) , Hayaku (Hayaku)
You little shinobi had better go quicker
I was just chewin' on an itty-bitty Tic-Tac
Gettin' that chicken for some dinner
Steady, gettin' ready to take it to the next levels
In and out a back street
hit 'em ridiculous with the bottle of a thinner
You never really was no killer
If I was honest, I'd say y'all the beginners
tasukete, dakara ne
kore ga genjitsu to kurushimi, wakaranai
tasukete, dakara ne
kore ga genjitsu to kurushimi, wakaranai
wakaranai
ojama da
ojama da
ojama da
ojama da
sonna kantan ni wasurerarenai karada
tsurekomasete ku ore no me no man naka
jibun wa tatakaeru to omotte iru wake ka?
joudan ka? buzama darou
donna sukiru wo ageyou to shite mo muda na
kokoromi to naru na, teme e orokana no yarou
(Heh, okay) this shit is starting to really annoy me
The fact that I might have to sit here
and tell you how you can never destroy me
Well, sonning other little dropouts is
unfortunately one of those things I've enjoyed, see
So proceed, how are you gonna little boy me? Huh? Haha
You're all asleep in this reality
Blind sheep staying meek within this burning
world where there's only bludgeoning putridity
Hope is just a word for those who choose to give up daily
For love is war, peace clings to just a maybe
Power chose me, for I once loved those who hate me
Blood spilled by those I care about greatly
But all you whose left shall now obey me
Now, you all do as I say
I am not anti-gay, but I'm not gonna dance my way
'Round your little pussy-ass feelings (feelings)
and I may rant like Ye
Fuck it, man, what else can I say?
Got 'em flippin' over EZ like a pan-fried egg
But to have my rage at my age
I'd give my left genital to be in the middle of beef
considerably, I get underneath
Their skin, I'ma keep at least givin' 'em grief
Got 'em wishin' I'd leave so they
could just get 'em a little relief
They want me to leave so bad
I feel like a literal leaf (haha)
But this devious combined with
a devilish intelligence of mine
Just confirms my theory as to why (yeah)
a wicked scientist aligns
With a twisted mind (now) keep this in mind
'cause this a rhyme you're gonna wanna just rewind
A countless amount or thousands of
times (why?) 'cause similar to spina
Bifida, which is a particular type of curvature of
a twisted vertebra, like Christopher
I would like us just to pre-tend this a spine
So don't get it twisted
you're not gonna wanna miss a line (ha)
Like a blind dentist applying a misdesigned
set of new Invisalign's (check it out)
Sometimes, I ponder, like
how on earth when my hair got blonder
did it launch your boy into super-stardom 'cross genres?
Word to my Dead Wrong verse, I got big
Now, my face is on merch, but the controversy
that first spawned verse went beyond words
Need a stronger word to be conjured besides monger
but the more I got on nerves
I was honored
and the fonder they grew wronger, I was longer
They went along for, conquered all the way from Chalmers
I'm blessed, and I'm cursed for the commerce
From that point onwards was bonkers
look at all the sponsors and responders
People at my concerts like songbirds singin' all
the words to Monster till their jaws hurt (yeah)
I had to grind ground up (like what?)
like a fine powder (yeah)
Technically, actually had to bully my way
So many non-believers fuelling my rage
that I truly never really believed I'd make it
let alone believed in fully by Dre
So when he said he was putting me on (what?)
I thought he was pulling my leg
Ironic, I found the Doc, then I got sicker, like I fell ill
Unwell, eat 'em up, L, chill, you can tell still
Out of all the rappers I've slain who have come at me
I never felt guilt
'Cause it wasn't murder, just suicide
'cause really, they all got themselves killed
Word to Ezekiel, they were just easy kills
And he's like a sleeping pill
'cause Zeke will put you to sleep like he's ZZQuil
With these three little words (kill 'em all)
indeed, we will
Leave all these MC's bewildered
they callin' me Steve Spielberg
'Cause I'm gonna need a whole lot of Emmys for
All these bodies I put in these morgues
I belong in a Henry Ford
Sicker than before, like that actress
they will just condemn me more
I said way too many horrible things to forgive me for