Bernie Mac

That's better
Ah ah ah!
Uh

Uh, one of the best in my city my nig, so why lie?
Only nigga's fucking with me is J.I.D and CyHi
I rap circles around the rest
I gave blood, sweat, tears, and my pound of flesh to be crowned the best
Aye, who the fuck cut these clowns a check?
Bozo's jump in the booth and go overboard with the sound effects
Nobody fuck with you in your hood so you found respect from a bunch of white kids that browse the net
My slaying of the alphabet was premeditated
I watch 'em deescalate while we levitated
Heavily medicated, he never hated
He just played the hand he was dealt
Single handedly making sure that my damage was felt
I'm still in the hood like mechanical belts
While niggas sign they lives away to majors then land on the shelf
My plan is the motion of star, and family wealth
I know the opposite plot this is
I've been cognizant since the floppy disk
I jot a diss with no pot to piss
Ain't knocking no optimist, but I know we fucked
Won't hold Zimmerman accountable, but'll grab the Calico just to hold me up
And you better off running your pockets, than to call the homies bluff, and get yo' cap peeled over 40 bucks

I ain't scared of you muh' fuckas
Word to Bernie Mac
I done came to far there ain't no turning back
They say "Grip you talking reckless"
Nah I'm talking facts
They ain't want no smoke
I'm a walking pack
I ain't scared of you mutha fuckas

You don't understand!
I'm getting tired of this shit!
I ain't scared of you motha fuckas!
But I love my black people!

I find it whack
They call you conscious if you actually rap
Vernacular acrobat
This one ain't for the platinum plaques
The world at my feet, and I got the urge to play hackey sack
Pick it up and dunk on your fucking head, like a Shaq attack
Two classics back to back
Where the fuck am I lacking at?
I'm in the pocket like Matt Hasselbeck
Get throwed, like a tight spiral
On the mic, I'm like Mike Tyson when he fight rivals
Five hail Mary's and recite the bible's, your only shot at survival
May your God guide you
May the odds be ever in your favour
It's been Hunger Games since we was playing Sonic on Sega
Blowing the cartridge
The raps was dummy
The bro is retarded
Your flow is lethargic
Entire discography can get thrown in the garbage
I ain't scared of you muh' fuckas!

I mean that!
Stop this violence!
I was in Chicago, I did a show for Cook County Jail, and you know over 40% of the brothers in jail for nothin'?
And they had a little survey, a little panel thing, we got to ask them each a question, so I asked them I said "Uh hey my brotha! What you here for?"
He said "nothin'"
Brothers got this thing about being a punk, what is a punk?
I never did understand that fo to save my life
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I said man I said "so what you in for?"
"I ain't no punk! "