Forever

God asked me to do something with Earth So I came to kill the bling and the blunts and the verse Say peace and unity but still punching you first Didn't have to join a gang, I was jumped in at birth Lay your pop dukes out in front of your turf I am now the Shaq of rap that once was a Smurf Hunter will murk, mic assassin, assassin Look at it, I kick ass at the ass end Come in clashing and mashing My mind's faster, so I'm harassing these bastards And to them cats that got your back, I'm scoliosis Hip-hop is in my soul, I flow holy ghostest With the coldest flow spit, is he dope? Take that to overdose with So don't ask if I can rap, don't ask if I can scrap Just lace up the gloves and pass me the plaque I'm the actual gat for Pac, Big, and Kennedy The illеst memory as my Glock rid the enеmies When I stop the Hennessy Record execs watch like they feeling me Gangstas, I box with 'em willingly Being better than proof is not your divinity If I don't know your house, I'll blow your block whole vicinity When you caught, you'll be shot for the penalties Slugs'll throw your stomach like mixing vodka and Jimmy Bean Go against the grain on my Willie Beamen Is he dreaming? Swifty scheming, fire breathing, nifty heathen God sent, exorcising fifty demons Cast 'em out, they get to leaving Simply genius, Nutso on the roof, asking if we even Give you something to believe in, all the love reciprocate While we eating, I'ma feed 'em, serve it on a nickel plate As we proceed to give you what you need this evening center stage Yes indeed, they weeded, homies leaning, 'bout to renovate Kids running through the house screaming like it's winter break I'm still on you even after winter break Hit 'em with the one-two and run his jewels Nigga, this is give and take I'm Jason if the room's adjacent, this is Camp Crystal Lake Feeling like a well-fed infant, I got shit to make I see that nigga yelling 'bout guns, I know it's pistol fake Plus they sweet as crème brûlée, you ain't heavyweight You cowards better pray that karma be gentle on who you Led astray, blast you while you meditate Don't give a damn, two Glocks, I'm Yosemite Sam Going ham on any man at any time Whether you crippled or blind, you can even be nine or ninety-nine I'm enterprising while minimizing Killing guys with venomous rhymes, a sinister Don Still in his prime, fucking with mine is iller than Farrakhan Cooking the swine and sharing wine bottles with white blondes You slingshotting while I'm tossing a pipe bomb And I'ma never let bygones be bygones I drive high, the Glock don't have a stash spot Murderous mascot, I root for the bad guys Detroit's flyest, I'm like Biggie to Bed-Stuy Mac Dre to the Bay, 2Pac to everybody I got a shotty that'll lift your mama so high That she'll be crashing into an astronaut, (got em) I'm a problem, drama-cidal mobster I fly international for hours just to rob ya I hide you so deep in the ground that the cops and National Guards Will fly to China to try to find ya You on the block with pom-poms and flowers And mine is popping like Vietnam and Contra Speaking on mine, they faces look like they eating a lime These player haters gonna die with they eyes wide Dirty Dozen Signing out, until next time And wear your D12 shirts every Friday Every Friday Every Friday Every Friday