Encore

[Verse]

These niggas want a' encore like a nigga all finished

Y'all niggas synthetic, and my verses all sophisticated

And implemented

Niggas try to tool me, like I'm some type of utensil

Jet number 2 pencil

As if anyone in this world is foolin' me

Niggas tryna wear me out like some type of jewelry

Muthafucka, what you think you do to me?

You will see; lyrically, only few can compare 'em to me

Nigga, I'm a certified heat-spitter

Bed-spread, sheet-splitter

Spit so sick, my teeth slit ya; I eat and shit ya

Even my weakest shit'll get you all fired up

Kill the game, talk shit, Chad Johnson wired up

Verses start a fire up; bars like wooden logs, nigga

I'm Godzilla; "Gayaka!"

Anger in my veins, nigga ain't shit changed

Still spit fly sick shit; vomit in the sky for ya

Clean that vomit up, I'm a comet in the sky

And these niggas lookin' for my weaknesses

I can show you each of them, then eat the shit

Even my weaknesses is too high to reach the shit

Nigga, what is you sayin'?

The whole world wanna see me fall

I'm just tryna ball hard just for the fuck of it

Hater nigga, suck a dick!

Wrekless, seldom any muthafucka touchin' this

Lu, V.C., BeeGee, Hitman, R TuNE, Jet 2

Stuck to the game like a fuckin' tattoo

Beauty is skin deep, I am under that too like elevator buttons

Niggas on the floor just love to hate him for nothin'

Gotta talk about the flow, got a flow like a tadpole

Bitch, I'm raw like underneath the bathrobe

Bitch, I'm raw like underneath the bathrobe

Cookin' in the kitchen-

Ah, bitch, I'm raw like uncooked chicken

Flow so hot, I'll be cookin' the kitchen

While they lookin' and wishin' I'll be puttin' division

In different rhythms that'll multiply the vision, get it?

Flow so si-di-ck

Instrumental plays; thoughts flow under four minutes

Strudel through you like I'm toastin' it

Persona so humble, but in the end I gotta show off

Like the hostess

Most of these niggas cream filled, still didn't get it

See this nigga spittin' ball blue like an overload of semen

My team of green needs its big baby back; no fetus

No ribs, no homo, just Glenn Davis

Fuck grown men-haters

Got a flow like Lakers

I bid you friendly adieu; salam salakum

Niggas never know with the flow, where I'ma take 'em

I be talkin' to the music, bitch it's a conversation

Contemplatin' when I'm the greatest

Old friends askin' when I'ma make it

Answer for them is, "time is patience"

I's awaitin', wink wide, eyes awake, so

The flow never closed; rather ride it naked

Full contact; no eye replacement

Uh, nigga to the game, my relation

Chew the game like a taste test

Let my lyrics bleed on the track like a Playtex

Niggas plant seeds, reap, sow, grow trees

Take the fruit off the trees that Eve ain't ate yet

Ask for permission just in case it's forbidden

Now it's Christmas Eve in the Garden of Eden

And Eve, I beat it from the morning to evenin'

Faith in my flow, only God I believe in

Now demons after his neck is livin' at peace with him

Peace, nigga!

Paint all pictures from a flow that slips like Schlitz malt liquor

Perfect take even if it's a double take

I'ma take the game even if it's a hundred takes

And as for the summer, wait

I'm quick to cool you niggas off like ándale under a lake

You could drown in the bait like a fishin' line

After hits like everything that a pitcher flies

Uh, I make hits, you can't pitcher mines

Beat her like Geeter, go dumb in the shit like Peter

I'ma beast her, I'm a dog, I be on the shit like Louis and Bryan

Nigga! I guess you better know yo' Family Guy

Tell stories like alibis, niggas try to act manly, I

Just keep it one-hundred 'til I'm standin' on a summit

With the basis of my plan

And I plan to go one-hundred and ten percent

Again, again, again, again

You get the point like pencil lead, you pencil head

I'll probably erase ya

Niggas got an edge so sharper than acacia

Sharper than a pin and ribbon just in case ya

Thought it was the pen I was mentioning; no paper

You niggas be slow paper, I'm after the paper like pen-cil

But I never kiss the rose, hater

Uh, mo' money, mo' haters, and mo' hoes

But nigga, don't let the hoes break ya

Don't let 'em tell you that you'll never make it