[Verse 1]
In my mind I`ma fighter, my heart`s a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
Arsenic writer, author with arthritis
Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis
Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed,
Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I`m sick
Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics
Who wait for me to slip with it, so quick
This dynamite stick buried the wick, it`s gonna explode any minute
Some lunatic lit it and it`s not Nelly
Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit
So stop dwelling an I am not felling
You fuckers are not ready, cause I got jelly, like (Beyonce`s) pot belly
This is Destiny, yes money I`m of running
So get off of me, I`m not slowing or softening
[Chorus]
No apologies, nah suckers I`m not sorry
You can all sue me, y`all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y`all feelin` the force of me
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all
`till I get a call that god`s coming
No apologies, laugh fuckers it`s all funny
I can spit in ya face while your standin` across from me, no apologies
[Verse 2]
My head hit`s the pillow, a weeping willow, I can`t sleep, a pain so deep it bellows
But these cellos help just to keep me mellow, hand`s on my head, touched knees to elbow
I`m hunched over, emotion just flows over, these cold shoulders are both frozen, you don`t know me
I keep saying it, I can`t stress it enough, so keep playing it and stand next to the subs
I choke mic`s like asphyxiation when I`m stranglin` my own throat masturbatin`
Fuck yeah i`ma basket case and I mastered this rap shit, `till my ass gets wasted, `till my
assassination,
`till I`m slain `cause of some fag`s infatuation
44 mags a fascination, a taste for disaster and if that`s the case then..
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
This song isn`t for you, it`s for me, a true MC
It`s what it do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered,
He`s able to spill raps long after his killed, that`s a real MC
Got you feelin` me, whether willing or unwillingly
You still agree, as long as there`s still this hunger and will in me
Then expect a longer life expectancy
I`d be a savage beast if I ain`t have this outlet to salvage me inside
I`d be exploding soaked in self loathing an mourning
So I`m warning you, don`t coax me
It`s silly, I`m really a sheep in wolf`s clothing
Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don`t be fooled
The press blows up this whole thing, it`s stupid
They don`t know cause they don`t see that I`m wounded
All they did was ballooned it
I`m sick of talkin` `bout these tattoos cartoon did
That`s why I tuned it out, I`m sick of dukin`
An they can suck my dick while I`m pukin`, an you too, you can
[Outro x2]
Expect no sympathy from me I`m an mc
This is how I`m supposed to be
Cold as a G, my hearts frozen it dont even beat
So expect no apologies
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