Confidence & swagger: Page 2

Is it worth it? Let me work it

I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it

I blow my nose with your lil' check

I am a diamond cluster hustler

Queen bitch, supreme bitch

I know I deserve more, I just never said it

Two middle fingers as I make a exit, yeah

Laughed at my rise like my motion was funny

Yes, ashy to classy, my lotion is money

Dangerous rhymes performed like surgery

Cuts so deep, you'll be bleedin' burgundy

Ladies first, there's no time to rehearse

I'm divine and my mind expands throughout the universe

You don't worry 'bout fittin' in when you custom made

My poems crush bones into powder

You mumble like a coward

I'm Mos Def, you need to speak louder

Go 'head, switch the style up

If niggas hate, then let 'em hate, and watch the money pile up"

It's 7 p.m. Friday

It's ninety-five degrees

I ain't got no nigga and no nigga ain't got me

Top of the mornin', my fist to your face is fuckin' Folgers

The weatherman don't even know the storm I'ma bring

Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time

Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, just a better design

Then I had to realize what I tolerate is optional

And anything I tell myself is possible, is possible (On gang)

I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton

Critics: "He's out of his mind"; haters: "He's out of his prime" (I began to lose control)

Yet, always where the money's at like lottery signs

He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh

A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous

I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp

I live life like the captain of a sinking ship

The one thing that I can guarantee

I'm like a stepping razor, I suggest you stay fair with me

Kings from Queens, from Queens come kings

We're raisin' hell like a class when the lunch bell rings

I'm a Black intellect, but unrefined

Set the game ablaze, I’m an arcade fire

You don't like me? Bet against me

I take seven emcees put 'em in a line

And add seven more brothers who think they can rhyme

Well, it'll take seven more before I go for mine

Now that's twenty-one emcees ate up at the same time

There's no longevity livin' off negativity

And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't

Sick of bein' humble, 'cause you bitches don't respect that (Yeah)

Every rapper got a little E-40 in 'em, whether they like it or not.

So pick a B.C. date 'cause you're history

I ain't a rapper; I'm a motivational speaker. I don't do shows; I do seminars. I really talk to people.

You can never compete with a person who ain’t competing.

We some ordinary people but extraordinary poets

I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the King of New York

King of the Coast; one hand, I juggle 'em both

If I listen to critics, there would be no Xzibit

Teddy Pendergrass, cooler than Freddie Jackson sipping a milkshake in a snowstorm

Cole under pressure, what that make? Diamonds

Not that I don't got good vision, but I don't see competition

I sat back, a vet, and watched beginners winnin' my belts

Burned my bridges, came back a good swimmer like Phelps

Just to let you know that everything is straight

I say, "Stank you very much," 'cause we appreciate the hate

I met a critic, I made her shit her draws

She said she thought Hip-Hop was only guns and alcohol

I said "Oh hell naw! But yet, it's that too

You can't discrima-hate 'cause you done read a book or two

I'm the king of rock, there is none higher

Sucker MCs should call me sire

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

I won't stop rockin' 'til I retire

Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk

I rock shows by myself

Ain't no backup, ain't no help

Ain't no nigga put me on

Ho, I earned all my respect

I got one round left, a hunnid cops outside

I could shoot at them or put one between my eyes

Chose the latter, it don't matter, it ain't suicide

And if the news say it was, that's a goddamn lie

Used to buyin' rounds, but now we buy the bar

Last year, they had to ask, now they know who we are

I'm a gangsta in a dress, I'm a bully in the bed

Only time that I'm a lady's when I lay these hoes to rest (Brrt)

They will never wanna admit I'm the best here

From the mere fact that I've got ovaries

Made my blueprints, so my life got no ceilings (I don't see 'em)

Ayo, Bo knows this (What?) And Bo knows that (What?)

But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap

On a race with myself, I don't see nobody

They said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can't tell)

My little fifteen minutes lasting long as hell, huh?

When it gets down gritty, I can get grittier. Never, ever underestimate me.

Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off

I'm way too different to treat the same

You still playing, I already beat the game

Belief in oneself and knowing who you are, I mean, that’s the foundation for everything great

Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals

Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible

Named my album "Cherry Bomb" because "Greatest Hits" sounded boring

For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud

Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored

You're the kind of guy that girl ignored

I'm drivin' a Caddy, you fixin' a Ford

I bring the table to the table, nigga, why would I need you? (The fuck?)

Man I swear my life is perfect, I could merch it

If I die I'll prolly cry at my own service, igh-igh!