Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
This ain't rap music, this straight literature
Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature
They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
I ain't going nowhere, twenty year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em
I don't follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the ***** bag a dipshit, I'm gon' give her some
Let's reflect times, I try to collect minds from complex rhymes
And by the way shoutout Tech N9ne, uh
Go and shut the **** up, just let me talk nigga (Shut the **** up)
I'm a time bomb that's waiting to go off nigga
Quite nuclear, amazing what fame could do to ya
Too peculiar, although I'm truly a Renaissance starter
My mind divine, this shit take me a lot farther
Growing up, shit, I really had beef with my father
But why bother explaining my feelings?
Try harder but either way they gon' paint you the villain
Eight months with no phone dawg, we aiming for brilliance
Hi-Level maintain in the building, nigga we making a killing
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
This ain't rap music, this straight literature
Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature
They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
A wise man told me that silence never betrayed him
Keep your mouth shut 'cause niggas got ultimatums (Yeah)
Stupid situations, the tongue often creates them (Yeah)
The word of mouth nigga is usually causing mayhem
Lil' Tune flow sinister, I'mma finish ya
Minutemen gon' need ministers, I made men and them
Enemies I'm the enema, I'mma shit on them
Just like my keys, drop my ******** on the dental work
My thoughts I keep confidential or it's consequential
Our philosophies unidentical, I'm not into ya
My Siamese brother Benjamin, it's how I stick to him
These diamond Bs all VVs, I call em' Vivica
Skatin' underneath a bridge, stay hustling as it is
Make money, feed the kids, ain't nothing in the fridge
Wake up repeat the sins, eight blunts, I needed ten
Stay muddy 'til the lid, eight hundred, eat a ****
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah)
This ain't rap music, this straight literature (Who that?)
Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature (Yeah)
They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
I ain't going nowhere, twenty year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em
I don't follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the ***** bag a dipshit, I'm gon' give her some
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah, Yeah)
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
Never lied in my rhymes, you can go ask Jennifer
That's my mom's name, I create and find change
My mind frame is sure that forever I reign, mother****er