I tell you marked fools, "nigga, you want to fight me?
I'm running the underground, so fool, you're crazy"
I tell you marked fools—
I tell you marked fools, "nigga, you want to fight-fight- fight- fight-fight-fight- fight me?
I'm running the underground, so fool-fool- fool-fool-fool, you're crazy"
[Verse 1]
Never mind the dramatic entrance, or the sirens in the distance
I just came to kick it and provide an intermission
For normally scheduled bullshit they usually on
Slapping rappers off stage, like "you doing it wrong"
Pick your teeth up off the ground, start [moving along?]
While I'm screaming at the crowd with the tool in my palm
Heavy hands to cloak the dagger and the [rumor you lost?] (Uh-huh)
Reappеar where you werе standing with your jewelry gone (Where it go?)
Press play, cassette tapes like some nuclear arms
Got the whole world tripping off the news when it drops
Your clothes smell like gun smoke and some cuban cigars (Yuh!)
I'm bigger than your big homie
Bitch, I move with the [ghost?]
I give a fuck if I'm invited, I'll be tearing through the gates (Tearin')
Treating every room I'm in like a barrel full of snakes (Fuck that!)
You make the wrong move, that's a barrel in your face (Fwa!)
Then I push your shit back like a clerical mistake
[Verse 2]
And in the night time
I write rhymes, I get high and I write rhymes
The nighttime is when I rise, I'm in my right mind
Yo, in the nighttime, niggas catching fright now
It's best to move while people [snooze?] yo, it's the right time
And if not you, it's best to me, I keep a nice [run?]
[Verse 3]
Yo, twist me up and keep me structured in the nighttime
The nighttime? Yeah, the night is on my mind
Yo, I ain't playing with you
Aim to win or lose [it dudes?], I'm like a dangerous dude
[They ain't gon' move?] don't pay in truth
Yo, keep it right in the middle
Future brighter than skittle
I got a license [to hit him?]
Son, I'm so damn cool
[Verse 4]
I shouldn't have to explain to you
The pain, the truth, won't [flame at?] you, because that's emotionally driven
And my emotions get busy, so I'd rather let you just live
I got paper to get
Yo, my focus is [driven?]
Politicians debate
Only sit when when I shit
Conquest all day
[Kinda terse?], and I admit it
[Ion chauffeur no Grinch?]
I don't need celebration
Just need bottomless paper
Son, got leprechaun charm, bitch I'm so hard body
I'm so hard body, bitch (You so hard body rich)
Yeah, I'm so hard body, bitch
Mhmm, yo
[Verse 5]
Okay, for every rack I blow, it's another 10 that I made back
Closet full of polo, not a single USA flag (Not a single one!)
[State back?] speeding down 10th like it's a racetrack
The same trash rappers front like I ain't watched they wave crash (You know I seen it!)
Changing habits, the chain reaction gonna make it happen (Yeah)
Taking chances on myself, like really what I got to lose? (Fuck I got to lose?)
They tell you, "dream big", you do and they hate you for it (Yeah)
We putting words together in ways that gonna pay the mortgage (Let's get this bread!)
[We'll?] immortalize the feeling, the moment the tape recorded it
Just for you to run it back and try to poorly paint my portrait
Yeah, this life is kind of simple, [quite?] eventful but I like it, it's simple (I do)
Glazed maple wall, orange carrot juice and [windshields?]
I see the light. Bigger picture, yo, every day's a pixel, ignorant and blissful
When you timeless, aging ain't an issue (Not at all)
I'm from a place where they ain't playing with you (Not at all!)
You better keep your head on swivel
Stay civil before they 86 you
I tell you marked fools—
I tell you marked fools, "nigga, you want to fight me?
Fight-fight- fight- fight-fight-fight- fight me?
I'm running the underground, so fool, you're crazy"
Think I better school him. Think I- think I- think I- I b-bet- better school him
Think I- think I- think-think I- I bet- better school him 'cause- 'cause- 'cause he don't know the— [Ahhh!]
