You Don't Really Want It

[Intro]

"Listen to me. Learn from me. I wasn't the best because I kill quickly. I was the best because the crowd loved me. Win the crowd and you'll win your freedom."

"I will win the crowd. I will give them something they've never seen before."

Automatik

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]

Look

I don't play games, homie, I ain't got time

'Specially when I do this for my homies that done got time (Yeah)

I'ma do this for the city, every hot line

Go to every block, every hood, every corner, every stop sign

I just wanna get it for the days that I was living in the hood

Wait a minute; I don't even know if you could call it living

Pay attention, 'cause at any given minute

You be chilling with your niggas and be witness to a killing, hold up

Grew up on the north side, north side

Nigga to the fullest, I was quicker than a bullet

That was going past the window; it's all or nothing

So I'm coming for the crown, what the fuck you think I'm here for? (Real shit)

Make no mistake about it, fake shit I can't allow it

Trapped in this game, now I can't get out it

You want that real shit, and I feel the same about it

I was in the trenches just like you

Wondering how the fuck I'ma get through

I don't have a plan, but I know one thing:

Gotta get up out this motherfucker, and I can't lose

Eyes on the prize and I know I can't quit

Never gon' fail, so I'm on my shit

Gotta keep going, and I can't look back

Took on the world, now it's on my back, back

Back up, homie, don't act up

I'm from Fly City where this rap shit really ain't a factor

And when them killers on your back it make a

Ma'fuckin' backpacker pack up

On some other shit, them was the odds I was up against

So I ain't phased by none of this

'Cause in reality, I love that shit

For all the grinding I was doing, they ain't know who they was talkin' with

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Webby]

See, I've been on my

Hustle for a minute, now it's really time to get it

So it's only fair I'm letting them know that I'm a motherfucking

Animal, it's true, you don't want me coming for you

Just sit back and keep enjoying the show, 'cause yo

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

You don't really want it, nah, come and step to the floor

You already know, make it too cold with the microphone, I'm beast mode, better leave it alone

You don't really want it, nah, 'cause I came too far to stop

Regardless I’m off the wall, chip off the block, I’m a monster, watch bitch, better call the cops

[Verse 2: Snow Tha Product]

Um...

Welcome to the Hunger Games

You give up your whole life but get tons of fame

There's rappers who don't write but get companies

That's makin' offers for souls for a chuck of change

I got more profits than those, y'all so dumb to chase

But they pop off on a song, but they a punk today

Man, I got the Glock that I tote, make you tuck your chain

You see my pockets is gordo, you chubby chase?

I got a plot to take over the continent

While I'm over-thinking, all these bitches out here gossiping

I'ma take a spliff, take a hit, something monstrous

'Cause I really quit but I think I've been [?]

And all this bullshit and I'm sick of the politics

I'ma show you [?] really [?] but it's obvious

All of these hoes really want to just party and molly

And violence and bottles and popping and dropping

And opposite, that is just me, I'm here taunting 'em

All they admire is [?] and the guap and shit

Alternately, I think I'm gonna stop the gig

Talk to them, all bitches wearing this God-given

[?] confidence

I’m just some conscious shit, tryna make all y'all get y'all bitches

Hearing my shit but I'm not spitting anymore lessons

Man, do what you wish, I ain’t gon' stress it

Man, you finna get little Ms Snow from '08 where I spit

All about selling drugs and the things that I did

'Cause I done sold tapes, and I toured

And I ripped all these stages from East to the West

And these kids and these magazine covers just don't give a shit

What the fuck? You want Product? I'll give you a fix, this is it

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Webby]

See, I've been on my

Hustle for a minute, now it's really time to get it

So it's only fair I'm letting them know that I'm a motherfucking

Animal, it's true, you don't want me coming for you

Just sit back and keep enjoying the show, 'cause yo

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

You don't really want it, nah, come and step to the floor

You already know, make it too cold with the microphone, I'm beast mode, better leave it alone

You don't really want it, nah, 'cause I came too far to stop

Regardless I’m off the wall, chip off the block, I’m a monster, watch bitch, better call the cops

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]

C-Webby be carnivorous, bars rippin', shit

I'm the boss, people be calling me Sarge in this bitch

Make a mess, gotta keep a fucking tarp in the whip

As I keep evolving, just like Darwin predicts

So it's off with his head then I'm off with his chick

Keep it calm 'til I flip, then I'm off in this bitch

Fuck Dawn of the Dead

Shit, I got grown men hiding under their bed

Thinking that monsters exist (Ah)

Cooking up that East Coast dough

With a pad and a pen and the words that I wrote (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Every syllable and letter that's enclosed in the quotes

Are too complex for most folk, but you know

I'm a ghost in the booth, can't see me, though

Hard body with the flow: C3PO

Lost track of all the fucking Sour D we rolled

And so high, Major Tom can’t reach me, bro (Shh)

Yo, it's Major Tom and you don't really want it

So everyone can suck my dick without a condom on it

I'm just full of that chronic, gin no tonic

Couple capsules in my pocket

Know I'm gonna rock it, feeling so right

Going psychotic, they feeling my rhymes

Sipping Hpnotiq and I'm losing my mind

Roll back another time 'cause I'm just a...

Motherfucker with the coldest flow

CT to the Poconos, you better hold the phone

Before you leave with a broken nose

I'm so dope that I think I'm 'bout to overdose

So now I'm feelin' like I'm really 'bout to go the road

That ain't chose by most men, so I go alone

Into the dark side

How could I have sold my soul?

I never had one, bitch! Motherfucker, let's go!

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Webby]

See, I've been on my

Hustle for a minute, now it's really time to get it

So it's only fair I'm letting them know that I'm a motherfucking

Animal, it's true, you don't want me coming for you

Just sit back and keep enjoying the show, 'cause yo

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

You don't really want it, nah, come and step to the floor

You already know, make it too cold with the microphone, I'm beast mode, better leave it alone

You don't really want it, nah, 'cause I came too far to stop

Regardless I’m off the wall, chip off the block, I’m a monster, watch bitch, better call the cops