Look Out For Detox

Uh, shoutout to Schoolboy Q He uglier than a motherfucker [laughs] Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the tire marks When the relay starts I'm a runaway slave, uhh Walking on water and running on waves, God MC Oh my God you gotta see, there's never no Is in me Of an odyssey, I'm a block away Fire marshals moving in, marshmallows inside my pen Sweet sixteens, got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin I'm so appalled, with a prototype with a guy named Protocol You an amateur, they want a pro' to call I'll damage on camera in Compton, in Canada, I don't care where ya are Just blink twice and I'm there where ya are like a shadow in the dark, you a paddle in the boat in an ocean full of sharks, bout to come up short Water in the pot, throw crack rock like bam bam nigga, have two grams nigga Pay up or blam blam nigga, have the black camWe can go Dipset, (Killa Cam) nigga I've been around niggas, killers, pimps You ain't been around shit but your momma and your bitch Jumped off the porch when I was like six Uncle Bobby got the house raided back in '9-6 Kick in the doCanines was all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick Momma in the bathroom, poppa at work Happened on a Sunday, we should have went to church Look at my shirt, Polo on it It's gon' sell if my logo on it I fear no opponent A demon come near and I might throw a spear at the omen You looking at the twenty-ten Romans' empire HiiiPoWeR, H.P., in ya face like H.D. And I spit like an H.K., I'ma shop like an H3 H-U-B-C-I-T-Y A-D-N-Y-G Problem and Hootie, nigga Tell the government come shoot me, nigga Cause I'm going out with a fist raised and a fistful of money, give it to the fifth grade Drink a fifth of Hennessy and then take another fade with a democratic politician from C.A. They don't wanna see a B-L-A-C-K making some scratch like a hall of fame DJ Give us some free Js, put us in the PJs Now we in the county jail calling for a three-way Goddamn, your call Marketing base, where your goddamn barcode? Stuck in the street, was dark like Harpo Black man, tell me where your goddamn heart go? Although I'm in the land of milk and honey nobody never gave me shit When I got my first chain all them niggas tried to take it from me I had to fight back and shit, get it back and shit And you rap niggas looking funny Tryna talk back and shit, like he back that shit Acting like you real or something Nigga ain't popped no steel, ain't popped no collar Go pop some pills or something You trying real hard to appeal to someone I'm being myself, my B-F-F is a B-M-W with your B-M in it and a stash box glove And the medicine the doctor gave a nigga won't help I'm at a limit where I be amazing myself I bet I finish on a level with a black belt I'm better anywhere, every rapper get killed like bla-bla-bla-bla! Where the knife at? Cut-cut-cut where your life at Career's over, he's slumped over And if I'm off beat, know I'm un-sober That's a new flow ... Plus-plus Q gave me some Kush and some Nuvo New dough for the new year, and a sumo and I rap here, not a rapper, I'm a raptor That's a T-Rex, and a v-neck for the rapture I'm a factor in your facial I'm a fracture to a fraction of one half, and I hate math Pastor's like Eddie Long, fucking maricone Took me mighty long to get here, nigga, FUCK! Told ya I was gonna fall off Q We recording? You got that shit? (Yeah, yeah) Ugly, our ugly ass [laughs] (Fuck all that, "Setbacks" dropping December) Don't woooorry!