Lifted

ELI B off in this oh Watch me work it, watch me roll Count the stacks that follow up And watch them fall like Dominos Yeah I will not be told that I cannot seize the moment With girls in love and in tow Like oh my god here we go My rhyme schemes strike and inside they dive deep The wiring of your mind sliding in at light speed With piping hot lines so compromising That they might leave you crying like Wiley coyote Was, yeah when he colluded with Bugs Back in the acme nineties Like a porcupine covered in poison ivy Or a poisoned IV might be just as likely I don't have to be quick with it Just gotta be quick witted With every sentence fitted Just like a prescription Shit if that's the case Then this shit's finna get lit then Cause even the 'FFf' in my f*ck you Carries significance God damn, there he goes again What - with fucking this oh and fucking that He's a disrespectful fucking prick Saying f*ck too many times in one rap Well guess what You can suck on my fucking nut sack Why? Cause I don't give a f*ck that you think that I'mma get it lifted I'm get it real loud I'm gonna get it poppin' up in this bitch We gonna really shut shit down Screamin' money money money Let's spend some now We gonna party hard till the crack of dawn Let that bank account run out Now how the f*ck did I end up In this position in life Where I've been handed the mic Begged and pleaded to rip through lines And without having to think twice I'll tell ya just how it seems like Since a lil' tike I've been primed and inspired To freaking spit rhymes Let's start from humble beginnings At the blue apartments Where it started And something was iffy I remember this shit Cause it's not like I'm committed to misery But simply cause this shit hit me In the head like a epiphany Oh my god, who the f*ck is this random ass man Whooping my ass oh my god it hurts so bad Please make it stop, Mom where the f*ck are you at? On second thought, f*ck it man I don't give a fack So I made a beat out of him beating my ass With the snares hitting through my lips in-between cracks So he started hitting harder cause it made him more mad And the spoon he was using broke and I just laughed I'm a rogue bot - too hot, you cannot stop me Stoned as I write this, you can't out-rock me I'm a hotbox away from Muhatma Gandhi Mix Tupac and Slim in Tyler's Tamale Nas, plus a couple dozen more, then you got me Respect before you, there's a lot of them in me All hot commodities but now I'm on believe I'mma get it lifted I'm get it real loud I'm gonna get it poppin' up in this bitch We gonna really shut shit down Screamin' money money money Let's spend some now We gonna party hard till the crack of dawn Let that bank account run out Now let us go And fast forward some years Things came to a head when I was faced With the boy in the mirror, he said to me Please go realize your dreams Or disappear And that he had hated what he'd seen Oh shit - he seemed real sincere At this point I knew I had to prove that I wasn't a loser, at least to myself Alternative is too gruesome I bruised up my knuckles, assumed Since I was raised by Medusa That I was doomed But either way I'mma shoot for the moon Cause I have got nothing to lose Around this time I was gathering myself With the constant conflict in the home And the damage it dealt I need to get the f*ck out of this place It's not prison it's hell I ran away and somehow got College rated on a fifth grade education and well Now confident, knew I was best in my class Check it, I was Shiva With four arms In a no-armed wrestling match I played my first show and I fucking slaughtered The headlining act And in that singular moment I knew I was destined to rap I'mma get it lifted I'm get it real loud I'm gonna get it poppin' up in this bitch We gonna really shut shit down Screamin' money money money Let's spend some now We gonna party hard till the crack of dawn Let that bank account run out