I'm an underground hip hop tycoon You're a kite dancing in the wind,
I'm a typhoon This isn't a miserable prison,
this is my room Mad's a cowboy having a showdown at high noon Who
wants to step, I welcome you to the test Only marketing isn't shit,
but I'm arguably the best When I'm not on drugs and I'm obviously not
on meds I'm a pirate,
I'll steal your gold in mahogany wooden chests And I'm back to
fucking groupies, massagin' me on my bed I don't answer the phone at
night 'cause I'm probably getting head I'm a hobbling goblin gobbling
rappers that think they're problems here Said I'm a goblin bitch,
but down for robbing your shit Haters and doubters have probably
thought I'm dead Got you stuck on stupid,
a wobbling bobblehead You think you're funny you dummy I'm making
money bitch Talking shit in the rain,
out here it's fucking sunny bitch And on this harbor, no harboring,
no resentment But on that harbor I marvel at all to tension And
people think that i'm walking 'round with my henchmen While scheming
and plotting vengeance That's not even my intentions My
psycho analysis from psycho analysts I'm psycho and a risk, i
Phone's camera click I video my show with the lights on in a dark
room Light six hundred candles lit,
in case I go ham and shit They hope to catch me having a meltdown
again Like, my skull's a microwave and my brain's a banana split But
I can handle it, hold the mic with a hammer grip Got rid of all
the bad companionship's Now they're like Manny rips Animal Fight
Aninal Fight Yo, I'm running this division again, it's mine,
I ran it I've gave some people a chance, but shit,
I've had it I'm holding on to bars and I can see their eyes panic Hit
with every sentence so hard,
it's like time added The sharpest knife in the drawer when I grind at
it I'm adding, climatic line pattern,
rhyme addict Vicious on the streets and I still got some enforcers
And my listeners, they know my psychological tortures Yo,
I'm climbing from the bottom still Black Chanel Balaclava,
diamond bottom grill Two missions completed,
got one mission left Spit with every vicious breath,
it's the kiss of death Your shit is leaking,
wouldn't want to be in your boat Back here to turn all of these
animals into fur coats So get the fuck out of my way homie,
vámonos Knocking over everyone at once, line of dominoes Madchild,
I am colder than the Winter Games Little Rocky playing hockey in
Versace vintage frames Did some dumb shit that got some Warriors
nervous Back to murdering,
i'm burden with a glorious purpose Stand 5 foot 7 but I still hear
some rambling If i'm a dwarf,
i'm worth money like a 4 foot companion A champion that can't be in
that state of mind for too long The
blue's gone, the true strong survived.
Time to move on
