Lost in my head

I was the first they saw Now I'm in a court of law Right before the verdicts read I get lost in my head Hey I'm back and a matter of fact A lot of Ya'll is sounding wack I don't know who you taking after But now you can hear a real rapper EazyElz in the place to be And ain't nobody fucking with me I'm a new rapper on the scene Independent you know what I mean Coming in with my gun out Everybody listens don't have to shout Rappers talk violence everyday And I'm kind of sorry you feel that way Every day I don't make a song Don't rock it right then you rock it wrong Let's talk about my lyrics If I sugar coat it ain't nobody going to hear it You can be the nicest nigga in town And still get your ass gunned down How the f*ck do you explain that Ain't no lie that's all facts Then you come to me about my music And my gun every time I use it As many times as my shit goes pop I should be an undercover cop Nigga by night law by day Shoot niggas then get away Cause that's what the f*ck they doing now And then record so we know how Our brothers and sisters get killed in the street And still you got nerve to f*ck with me Well I ain't the law and ain't got no rules And they don't either when it comes to you Man f*ck that shit and your opinion Now they killing on our women Coming together is our only chance But you too worried about sagging pants Don't you see what the f*ck they doing Take our image and try to ruin Everything that we stand for And make us lay down a little bit more If you ignore it that's your choice But I'm building up my fucking voice Cause when I'm on top I'm looking down At all you bitch ass nigga clowns Always saying something about your own While you still renting your fucking home So my jobs is to expose your ass Posed to be first but they want us last Look at everything that happened to us Ain't none of us ever had a trust I'm talking trust in economics Can't explain this with Ebonics Remember that shit like yesterday They tried to name everything we say And don't think it's black and white It's only that way when I write And not just me look at the books When the judge throws them at the crooks Pages are white letters are black What kind of coincidence is that Speaking of judges why the f*ck do we need them Get a bag of dicks and have them eat them Already got a jury to decide your fate Or should I say deliberate Twelve muthafuckas thrown together For hours and days to write a letter None of them have a background in law So why the f*ck we pick them for Oh because they're our peers Wait a minute what the f*ck did I hear Peers to who they don't look like me I guess I should of just took that plea I was the first they saw Now I'm in a court of law Right before the verdicts read I get lost in my head