Tired

Make you go, soul for soul over mic control

Kid you can't touch me with a ten foot pole

And I even made the devil sell me his jewels

He was out to cold mock me and play you for foolsKid, you know the rules must be smokin' super cools

Try to dis' me on the low got to be a psycho

That's alright though you know you won't see me shakin'

I'm out to blow the spot on who's real and who's fakin'Who's givin'? Who's takin'? Who's livin'? Who's starvin'?

Diss me on the mic it's time for headstone carvin'

And every tap writin' will strike ya like lightin'

Dissolve ya like powder so turn it up louderGo on pump the wattage get the cheese by cottage

I like mean streaks, I like Spanish freaks

I like Korean barbecue, I'm like old school beats'Cause I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'

And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'

And all the wack attitudes people coppin'

I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin'I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'

And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'

And all the wack attitudes people coppin'

I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin'It go bang bang boogie, I'm sick like a loogie

I'm wiser than bud, I'm thicker than blood

I'm older than time molded from the divine

How can you be so bold to think that you'll take mine?I'm cash like Johnny it's the highway man

And I'm walkin' this line the best way I can

With my farmer's tan and my bloodshot eyes

I ain't bodied no one, I ain't chopped no piesWith the butters from the gutters

I'm about to explode and blow the spot for folk nave

Up the Gun Hill Road like artillery shells

Been from heaven to hell

And I'm a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell'Cause I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'

And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'

And all the wack attitudes people coppin'

I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin'Yo, I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'

And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'

And all the wack attitudes people coppin'

I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin'