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  • On our level, combat is a metaphor. A clash of ideas. By existing in this form, I damage your narrow systems -- your boundaries and categories. They lose your meaning. You lose your -- and by proving myself -- unnh -- the stronger of the two of us -- I damage you further. Retreat, ordered one, before I break your precious worldview into pieces.
    “Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.”
    I got, I got, I got, I got
    Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA
    Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA
    I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA
    I got hustle though, ambition, flow, inside my DNA
    I was born like this, since one like this
    Immaculate conception
    I transform like this, perform like this
    Was Yeshua's new weapon
    I don’t contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head
    This that put-the-kids-to-bed
    This that I got, I got, I got, I got
    Realness, I just kill shit 'cause it's in my DNA
    I got millions, I got riches buildin’ in my DNA
    I got dark, I got evil, that rot inside my DNA
    I got off, I got troublesome, heart inside my DNA
    I just win again, then win again like Wimbledon, I serve
    Yeah, that's him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird
    You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard
    I know how you work, I know just who you are
    See, you's a
    I'm willin' to die for this shit
    I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
    Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
    D.O.T. my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this shit, ay
    I been stomped out in front of my mama
    My daddy commissary made it to commas
    Bitch, all my grandmas dead
    So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ay
    Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin'
    Auntie on my telegram, like, "Be cautious!"
    I be hangin' out at Tam's, I be on Stockton
    I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton
    I'm willin' to die for this shit, nigga
    I'll take your fuckin' life for this shit, nigga
    We ain't goin' back to broke, family sellin' dope
    That's why you maney-ass rap niggas better know
    If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
    If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy
    I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
    They won't
    Just in case my faith go
    I live by my own law
    I live by my own law
    I live by my own
    Just in case my faith go
    I live by my own law
    I live by my own law
    I live by my own
    I fight the world, I fight you, I fight myself
    I fight God, just tell me how many burdens left
    I fight pain and hurricanes, today I wept
    I'm tryna fight back tears, flood on my doorsteps
    Life a livin' hell, puddles of blood in the streets
    Shooters on top of the building, government aid ain't relief
    Earthquake, the body drop, the ground breaks
    The poor run with smoke lungs and Scarface
    Who need a hero? (hero)
    You need a hero, look in the mirror, there go your hero
    Who on the front lines at ground zero? (hero)
    My heart don't skip a beat, even when hard times bumps the needle
    Mass destruction and mass corruption
    The souls are sufferin' men
    Clutchin' on deaf ears again, rapture is comin'
    It's all prophecy and if I gotta be sacrificed for the greater good, then that's what it gotta be
    Tell me what you gon' do to me
    Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me
    You can bring a bullet, bring a sword
    Bring a morgue, but you can't bring the truth to me
    Fuck you and all your expectations
    I don't even want your congratulations
    I recognize your false confidence and calculated promises all in your conversation
    I hate people that feel entitled
    Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you
    Oh, you important?
    You the moral to the story, you endorsing?
    Motherfucker, I don't even like you
    Corrupt a man's heart with a gift
    That's how you find out who you dealin' with
    A small percentage, who I'm building with
    I want the credit if I'm losing or I'm winning
    On my momma that's the realest shit
    Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race
    Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's pace
    Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre
    In that first marijuana tape—guess I got a chronic case (yeah)
    And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your momma's face
    I know this time Paul and Dre
    They won't tell me what not to say (nope)
    And though me and my party days
    Have all pretty much parted ways
    You'd swear to God I forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid"
    One last time for Charlamagne
    If my response is late, it's just how long it takes
    To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away
    These rappers are like Hunger Games
    One minute, they're mockin' Jay
    Next minute, they get their style from Migos or they copy Drake
    Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away
    But all the hate, I call it "Walk on Water" gate
    I've had as much as I can tolerate
    I'm sick and tir
    Look, I feel blessed
    Way up I feel blessed, way up I feel blessed
    Straight up

    Fuck a vacay I feel better at work
    I mean whatever it's worth
    I give whatever I'm worth
    For my niggas who gon' go to hell and back for me
    I'mma give 'em heaven on Earth for a hell of a check
    Yeah whichever come first
    Blessings on blessings on blessings
    Look at my life man that's lessons on lessons on lessons
    I treat the beat like it's a reverend
    I tell the truth like father forgive me these are all my confessions
    Man this wasn't luck, it was destined
    I done lost homies who been with me since Ed, Edd, and Eddy
    Who flip like confetti and then when you back, they back to call you dog
    That shit get get petty, bitch don't give no dap to me nigga (nigga)
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