(+) Renaissance
With balls in his durag he sags fearin' no man
He stands
pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands
Will slice competition
and just goes about his business
Anyone who knows about him knows
about his shindig
Shenanigans
and all his whacky antics in the papers
Shank is danglin'
the baby tangled in a blanket stranglin'
I'm hangin' him over the railing
by the ankles on some gangster shit
Child endangerment
dark brain arcane but it Mark Twainin' it
You aren't tamin' it sharp pain in the heart
Aimin' a bar chain but it carve names in it
Start sprayin' and start ravin' 'em
you starve ravin' it
You're at arm's length
you're in harm's way of it
'Bout to show your ass
why I'm still a pain in it
You wanna know how I do it?
I can't explain this shit
Mechanic's brain with a pinch of
Big Daddy Kane in it
But I can show you the ropes
'til you get the hang of it
Elephant's eye this of the tough element
Of intelligent hoodlum arrested development
Cellar dwellers and wise intelligence
it's elementary
Through hell I went
accelerate from lack of melanin
Failin' in school smart eloquent
Help me to rebel against shit so well and bent
So eloquently yet I was irrelevant
Soon as I quit givin' a fuck
and started to sell a bit
Now just travel inside the mind of a hater
'Cause I don't see no fans
all I see's a bunch of complainers
"Kendrick's album was cool
but it didn't have any bangers"
"Wayne's album or Ye's
couldn't tell you which one was lamer"
"Joyner's album was corny
Shady's new shit is way worse"
"Everything is either too tame
or there's too much anger"
"I didn't like the beef
so I hated Might Delete Later"
You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong
with 36 Chambers
So what they do for the greats?
Pick the part of Picasso
and make excuses to hate
So you can wait for your flowers
until you're blue in the face stupid
You ain't gonna get 'em
until your funeral wait (Hm)