In My Bag (feat. Burn The Saeg)

When I say I'll carve your face I ain't being facetious Mind in pieces But it's sharp Can hide yo bitch heart So deep in my creases When I walk She bend like telekinesis No science fiction I'm fixing science I am the thesis You are the fetus Pull out when I'm squeezing You can't believe in GOD when you meet him Actions come before reason That's they never see the meaning Took steps to proceed them They not up to speed I'm exceeding Everything I thought I'd be And everything that they've been dreaming In my bag Bitch I'm in my bag Bitch I'm in my bag Bitch I'm in my bag Bitch I'm in my bag Where you at Where you at Bitch I'm in my bag Where you at Where you at Bitch I'm in my bag Where you at Where you at Lil bitch I'm in my bag This is Hov in 97 And Nas in Illmatic Wayne lighting matches Leaving the pad it's Padded from here From floor to the attic They call you crazy When you believing magic They can't seem to grasp it Which makes it harder For them to see the larger Picture I'm the closest Father figure a scripture could ever give ya Until their late departure I'm the boy who lived No Harry Potter Lightning fast Never waste time Cuz that's all I have Fight to laugh Bring it your ears Tyson jab Different class Our paper never clash We had different teachers I got a bigger staff When I'm a leader She just going to the store And my back Got the type of grip That crush ya soul in half Bitch I'm in my bag Bitch I'm in my bag Bitch I'm in my bag Bitch I'm in my bag Where you at Where you at Bitch I'm in my bag Where you at Where you at Bitch I'm in my bag Where you at Where you at Lil bitch I'm in my bag Don't ask me where I get my inspiration If you didn't know I'm a God Check where you get your information I'm the source anything short of course Is not worthy of discourse To understand the movement You gotta get closer to the core But if you're too brittle or coarse Then might just end up scorched Everything is mathematics You're have trouble keeping score They keep thinking automatics Help them even out the board Til their bodies fall faster Than their bullets hit the floor What a shame No matter where I go people dying Sometimes I really wonder What's the point in trying To survive through all this The pressure I'm applying Then remember Everything's in perfect timing Bitch I'm in my bag Yup I'm in my shit Yup I'm in my shit Bitch I'm in my bag