Confidence & swagger: Page 6

Screw barking, I take bites out of y'all niggas (Uh-huh)

In these ten crack commandments, I'm Moses, yeah

ARs do your body like folding chairs, sit down

There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King

I could build a house with all the brick I got

Bitches spend a lifetime tryna get this hot

And if her head too big, I could make that pop

I'm feeling really good, me and my different beat

Me and my different drummer; he play the timpanis

See that's what got me here, you hearing me

Yeah, I'm the L, won't you pull it? (Pull it)

Straight to the head with the speed of a bullet (Bullet)

Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freaky gullet

That's a mathematical madness I'm on

The savage, the strong

The marriage and bond of havoc and song

In me I trust, I turn these niggas into cosmic dust (Okay!)

A special shout of peace goes out to all my pals, you see

And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC's

I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Della Reese

When I release you lose teeth like Little Cease

Player please blood floods your dungarees

I find myself to be quite confident as a person but you’re going to have that piece of doubt in the back of your head because we’re human.

The worst thing that can happen is people don’t like it. To me, that’s a win: Someone can not like your music and not give you some money

Villain here, have 'em shrillin' in fear

And won't stop top illin' 'til he a gazillionaire

I write to fight, don't bite, to reach heights

The mic makes right, give me the spotlight

So I can prove the pen is mightier than the sword

LL hard as hell, the lyrical lord

Tryna make a new Nicki, where the factory?

I'm a gangster rapper, that's who I am. I happen to make fun records at the same time, that's what I do.

Bro turn his back on me then push back up on me

I'm not really fazed by his fakeness

I'm cut from a different cloth

Engineered from a different tier type greatness

And he tell me "Girl, you the best"

But I already know what I am, yeah, yeah

So G, it's me, LBC

The turf by the surf and you can sail with me

This Run The Jewels is: murder, mayhem, melodic music

I'm a jail nigga, so I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen

You against me, me against you (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex (Yeah)

I’ve never considered myself the best producer or the best singer or the best rapper or any of those separate categories. But one thing I do have confidence in is my feeling.

Sucker M.C.'s could never swing with D

Because of all the things that I bring with me

Only G-O-D could be a king to me

And if the G-O-D be in me, then the king I be

Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin'

Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic

I have no patience for anybody that doubts me, none at all.

Rap's stepfather, yeah, you hate me but you will respect

Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have

You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half

You'll be bumped up, bucked off, no trace

On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface

From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell

Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly

Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete

Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets

It's on, nigga, fuck all that bickerin' beef

Yeah, roll up the dank and pour the drank

And watch your stank (Why?) 'cause Doggy's on the gank

I'm like The Hulk, with more bulk, I'm powerful

This massacre's on, as if Picasso laced you

There's lots of hateful skeletons locked

In the closet of my castle of Grayskull

I'm in my own lane, you ain't in my categor'

You like a RAV4, I’m like the Aventador

Flawless victory, ya niggas can't do shit to me

Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically

Don't believe the hype, it's a sequel

As an equal, can I get this through to you?

My '98 booming with a trunk of funk

All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk

My daddy told me it was mine for the takin'

A true gift from God, the stars aligned when they made me

Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead on your feet

I am runnin' this bitch, you are just a dog walker

They sayin hip hop dead, I say we kept it alive

Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front

Some of you've been trying to write rhymes for years

But weak ideas irritate my ears

Some said I'd never be a superstar, but I know I'm different (No, no, no)

Yo, I can't get mad 'cause you look at me

'Cause on the real, look at me

A woman can bear you, break you, take you

You thought I was feelin' you? (Nah)

That nigga a munch

Anything I say or do, I don’t take back, I don’t regret.

All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang

But on his old album covers, he was a she-thang

It's still Eastside 'til I die

Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers

Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours

I cut so much, you thought I was a DJ

I'm worldwide, bitch, act like y'all don't know

Brothers front, they say, "The Tribe can't flow"

But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so

You don't want no problem, want no problem with me

My mind designer, you a dime? I'll dine you

Madonna mama, body bottle? You're fine, I'm finer (I'm better than you, bitch)

Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie

would you go back and change a masterpiece because of one lyric? No, don’t touch it!

MCs ain't ready to take it to the Serengeti

My rhymes is heavy like the mind of sister Betty (El Shabazz!)