Just Another Rapper

Mm Yeah M.R.T. Straight out this jungle we call rap Where none of y'all monkeys is gonna make it back Check it, Bismillah Monkeys I rapper flip 'em with my master rhythm I've been gifted, so different, from all my competition Annoying I was the boy who found joy in space Filled with imagination I lived on another plane Because reality is perception so I allowed mine to change Chasing bummy rappers like it was part of the game Y'all monkeys can't adapt to a melody beat change Your feet hang over the covers, get put under The boogieman coming to pull up and pump suckas' Duckers get lined like my ducks in a row Pluck the bucks from y'all chickens sittin' fifty below The dividend grows, investments have rose Like flowers into towers which shower over my foes Knowledge is found in power, but power corrupts souls So I spread knowledge to shatter any control hold Knowledge of self the goal for me and mine to conquer Destruction of self achieved because brothers can't be bothered I honour the holy prophet, only one God I'm Islamic Who taught me the many lessons through setbacks, I pay homage To the father, Allow now to self lord and astonish I seek truth in all forms deep between the slithers Serpents surround secrets and leave venom in quivers The path is zig-zagged, can narrowly lead to rivers Water seeps in slivers, find an arrow before a trigger Pharaoh, a ruler, truthfully the master M.R.T., supreme mathematics coming to blast ya' Trust in the just cause justice is coming after Enough of the bluff I'm just another rapper Just another rapper Just another rapper Just another rapper Just another rapper Just another rapper Just another rapper Just another rapper Just another rapper Just another rapper with justice to go and capture A league of my own with a team to feed the rapture I strike like disaster apocalypse day after Psychological thrilla' in manilla, play tapper Dance around the stage, Ali, ring master Thrilled to win the battle of Will, ill actor Not a killa', don't test skill, i'll slap ya Spill the illest since Ill Will, I'm Stillmatic Back to back classics I'll drop and rock rapid This mixtape game been missed since Wayne's absence I mix sayings and miss say famous ad-libs Tricks made to be played with, baby rabbit Slow and steady gets last place, I race fastest Life was made to be like a maze, it stays trapping That which does not slay can change habits It's okay to fail, safety is in the havoc Problematic cats come around I smack past it Come around, pass it, I spark minds like classes Sitting in class and this passion can be distracting Thinking 'bout rappin' on stage for the masses I swing mic's like axes, win fights like Cassius You Don't Know, G-Units in the bank like Cashis Shady and outlandish, paid to shake asses Convicted like a villain this vision is proactive I'm still filming with, ill, visual tactics Instilling with skill, and, pinnacle actions Pen drilling through hills, getting intergalactic Entering an interesting realm of figures in plastic End ringing like rain, change visual drastic The game ain't the same, we play into the basket The fame stays to stain and ingrain cynical addicts Manipulation seems strange 'til we're into the casket Into imagination a nation of image captured Interpretated to make basic unchanging patterns As stated I play with sayings to make faster I'm the favourite of your favourite, but not saying the greatest rapper A day in great disaster, I came to verbally plaster Attacking the monkeys, I done already flipped 'em backwards If I had anything left to say for the page they'd call me pastor But imma call it a day, cause i'm just another rapper Just another rapper Just another rapper Just another rapper Just another rapper