I'm ready to get it started

You betta tell em the hardest

You hate on me then you retarded

I'm a get mine reguardless

I'm seein the rap the games needin me to come back to the mixtapes

And relieve them

Fans geekin Rap sales peakin hey in need of someone to believe in

I'm seein that they ain't me I'll wreck pollo beat for no apparent reason

And I think it's huntin season

So I'm cockin back and squeezin



Look at the fans talkin bout who spit better lines

I don't know what they doin but Prepare for mines

I don't just spit a line better than kevin federline

You better tell I'm really better than who ever rhyme

Hold up let me out this chair

Hear ya'll talkin bout ya hustles ain't no profit there

Hear ya talkin bout ya deals but that ain't profit square

Ya'll get lil royalties I get profit share

So um What up 50, what up buck what up lupe what game

What up jeezy, luda what up Ti what up wayne

Just cause I say they name don't mean I'm insane

Cause I'm shoutin out all the artists that make me step up my game

If I say I'm better than 50 his fans gonna complain

If I say I'm better than wayne his fans will do the same

I don't wanna ruffle feathers so maybe I should explain

Maybe it's MOE Me over Everythang

I'm better than you know who so better that it's a shame

I'm better than lil mama I'm better lil zane

I'm better than lil blang imbead it in your brain

I'm better than every rapper that rap with a lil name

You should be pissed that I'm pissed

I know some of my past records was a hit or miss

Don't try to twist up my ish and twist it into a diss

If you gon twist up what said then you should twist it this

Lauren London can get kissed on the lips

And bill O' Reilly and Don Imus can get hit with a fist

Hakeem I'm the dream stop missin the swish

And MTV my name is what ya missed on the list

Wait let me rewind I really don't want them

To think I'm tryin to diss I realy just want them

To know I'm not the type that will take lauren to london

Matter fact lauren be lucky if I take her to lunch man

It's the king of the hill from the land trill

What up Elise can't you see I'm Movin in for the Kill

Either I could drop one song a year like a skillz

Or we could get off in the streets it's time to pay these bills

Gas prices gettin high and I'm knowin I got a fleet

I'm Skinny than a mutha I'm knowin I gotta eat

So any rapper out here that no that they got a beat

Better never ever allow the instrumental to leak

I'm in the studio everyday and I'm lettin em loose

Black and decker in the trunk it ain't nothin but tools

Wanna run a money marathon it ain't nothin to prove

My closet lookin like a stadium it's nothin but shoes

J millz I ain't forgot about the cover you Gave me

I appreciate it G I'm still one of them crazy

Rebels out the texas and I'm runnin em daily

Now I'm back off in the streets like F u pay me

For jackin the texas swagger famous hand me the dagger

Nah nevermind cause these fakers don't even matter



Mixtape messiah 4 august 27th

And this just a throw away

I got a drive full of em let's go



Yea they get offended by words but You can tell it's fear

They say ball til you fall the fall is never near

They all say that they ball but Who you tellin dear

I manage a whole lotta money like kenneth crear

Manage a whole lotta money like shaka zulu

You think that I ain't good at ramen you out ya noodle

Safe sex mayne ya label tryin to prostitute you

I'm on the grind up earlier than the cockadoodle

What up killer mike it's grind time mayne

Rap game in my aim I'm like bang bang bang

Only rappers gettin mad the ones who Can't maintain

Now the rap is gettin back to the mixtapes mayne

First they tried to hate when I left said I'm history

Came back they tellin me they miss me

Twenty g's for this watch are you sick G

A .com on my arm this is 50

Hataz talkin actin like they some motormouths

And I'm a automatic start and turn ya motor off

Crib big mtv can't even show the house

Cause it would take 30 minutes for them to show the couch

F sales (what ya mean) bank account is great

Wreckin it since 98 and never took a break

Until recently throwin my rob back in the lake

Rap game tried to give me kibbles till I took the stake

Stop barkin baby I'm not starvin

Gettin bucks you crazy I'm millwalkin

Ya concience is talkin about caution

Slit ya wrist (slit) I'm Sharper than al sharpton

Koopa -Easy