aLL I Know

Everyday it's a struggle-someone mean muggin Lookin at the wife-sayin f*ck yo man-we should be fuckin I'm stuck-in this hatred-so I just walk up an touch em Rush em with this godlike wrath-and bust em Leave em on the ground lookin for teeth-an they bleed From a seed-I was brought up to struggle an fight-I need An outlet to get this anger off the chest-so say something U aint gone do nothin-get within 10-see-u bluffin Didnt realize you fuckin with a swole monstrous beast All it takes is the pythons to restrict-an your deceased Pleased with my art-I duplicate the best pieces These juicehead's runnin round--I step in-n-it ceases Ya breezies lookin at an OG-but I'm flippin em Rippin em up if they tryin to holla-I aint diggin em Rather-I'm stickin em up for they jewels and purses Gucci-n-Prada-give it up-or the throw away curses These niggas tough thats why they on house arrest Wait a minute-they packin a mind vest-I must attest These fake bitches scared to catch a stray sixteen They lookin at homos n metros-tryin to pick which scene U niggas don't belong with the likes of a giant My egos bigger than ya written frees that arent reliant U could write a millenia and never touch on lyricism Catechism-my way to relay light through your prism Prison dwellers know full well the meanings written F*ck being cautious I'ma eat where I've been shittin Playful like a pup-I got a shovel one hit--u buried Tossed in a burlap sack an drug-pussy don't get carried Married to my work-feedin the insatiable appetite I drop a library-niggas ask where u learn to rap-syt Taco bell-wrap the tortilla--stuff dead meat in it Speak direct or not-my empty plate-u just feed in it When it comes down to it-none of yall real U fake as shit-an I'm chillin-f*ck the deal I write n spit for me-f*ck the fans-f*ck the groupies I'm rappin spinal tapin-half way through ya milk n cookies The jaws tightening up sayin f*ck a performance Ignorance is bliss-so I'm pissed just waitin for intellect To come out a mouth for someone to really understand Purchase n bang the real-not the bland paper chasin man An thats half this industry-half this game-half this life Half my time is split between my kids and my wife Oh shit-its happening again-I gotta shake n bang the head Loosen membranes-kill the evil that reigns-karmas dead Cuz all the shit I've been thru-the guilty livin fine n free I'm confined to a job that takes my life and I cant be me So sometimes I just call in to get a minute to breathe A minute to be-they ask me stay-but I'm tryin to leave