I'm just a human being tryna do the right thing
Thinking about winning and all the bullshit it might bring
Contemplating losing on purpose in the fight ring
Letting go of my pride until I’m feeling a slight sting
They’re telling me my ability won’t last
And how I came close to getting them gold plaques
Though I never made it and those are the cold facts
Plus if I was gonna make it then I would’ve in the past
Now my ass is turning into vinegar because of
Listening to all of them unrealistic motherfuckers
In a business with a billion up and comers
Who bring the blood and thunder to make everyone duck for cover
We smother each other like shellfish inside a bucket
Lined up with the tip of a Remington until they buck it
I’m thinking about quitting the bout just to get my money right
So in a year I’ll be kicking it in the Caribbean with a honey pie
They’re saying “fuck your pride”
Cause it’ll never help
A sentiment parallel to what Marsellus felt
They wish me well but then they tell me I’m set to fail
So I will unveil to infidels what’s really real
Various victorious villainous villanelles
Outta my intestinal epithelial villi cells
I’m stunning with flows cause I’m an electric, ill (eel) spitter
When it comes to sending microphonic magnetic fields
Like Butch, they all want me to catch an L
But I’d rather take the bribe and use it to bet on myself
If Marsellus was the Devil himself
Then I might be in a battle between Heaven and Hell
Evil men are tryna make sure that I never prevail
Or maybe my internal critic wouldn’t let me excel
Either way it’s just a fictional tale within a film
That my friend made me watch when I was lil
Even then I was spitting
Thinking that if my lines ain’t blow it’d be a stab in the chest like Mia sniffing a rail
Vincent Vega how get I stuck up whenever I drop shit
Mr. Wolf how I spray Jules (jewels) when I talk quick
Nam Vet, it could be your ass when the clock ticks
Quicker than the pop tarts lift in the apartments
Don’t forget da (to) watch when I dip out with a hot chick
Zed’s dead when I play zombies with my friends
(Ray Gun shots)
It’s like I wrote a synopsis
Non-linear how I’m switching between topics
My listeners consider me one of the top picks
Cause they can see that I’m the tits, without top pics
For drawing lines outta air like Mia Wallace
“You Can Never Tell” when I’ll break the comfortable silence
When I dance, I’m not gonna win the contest
And I don’t drink Vanilla Coke cause I go carb-less
Man I’m just a brief case with an insane worth
No shot to Sammy but I ain’t dropping a fake verse
If you fuck over me or my people then I may burst
Out with great vengeance and furious anger
For those who attempt to destroy proud MC’s
They foreign to beef like a Royale with cheese
They out the window if they toying my gal’s feet
I’m playing I don’t keep disloyal shorties around me
I promise they don’t deserve a quarter of Al green
This isn’t a love song I’m recording to Al Green
“Let’s Stay Together”, it’s more of a story about being
The underdog who made it to glory and found peace through the pulp diction
Omission
Of all inhibitors to have no friction
Pulp diction
Even when I almost blew the whole mission
Pulp diction
You know what it is
I tried to tell em but these cats won’t listen
pulp diction
Omission
Of all inhibitors to have no friction
Pulp diction
No switchin’
Even when I almost blew the whole mission
Pulp diction
You know what it is
I tried to tell em but these cats won’t listen
Pulp diction
Pulp diction