(talkin) man swear I hope they listening

So I aint waistin my time or yours

So I aint waistin my time to record

So I aint waistin my time or yours

None of that I can afford

[Verse]

I’m reloaded Matrix decoded/

Flying through the air in a fuckin P-Coat/

It’s me but you don’t need your eyes to see/

You can feel it yeah I got that spinal cord flow/

They put a mic in my back where my spinal cord go/

Bend a chic over so far make her spinal cord blow/

They Saying I don’t rap like I’m from the CHI/

No shit that’s cuz I Rap like I’m from the SKY/

Try Neptune Mars aint far enough/

Snicker rapping ass niggas bars aint hard enough/

I’m frozen bring a chisel with you/

Say you wanna battle me bring a missile with you/

And I’ll end you look what I been through/

Go by Sycosis cuz the game is mental/

Plus trust I’m thinking way more than you are/

About to get my numbers up quick like a new car/

It’s no coming back I’m off of the deep edge now/

Thumbs up 7up bitch tuck your head down/

Can’t look me in the eye we aint equal/

Danny Glover you motherfuckers I’ve been lethal/

I inject you operator connect you/

I don’t blame you I blame the nigga who let you/

Sign a deal and spit your shit like it was real/

And took it to the radio for them to play it at will/

So kids will think Rap all about some trap shit/

Some selling dope, push crack shit, I’m black shit/

Either that or some sing-a-long probably whack shit/

I’m neither me I’m Ether/

No Nas though got more bars though/

See I’m from Chicago hot like Diablo/

That’s Satan I represent the forsaken/

Speak to me then stay in the pocket like Troy Aikman/

That’s a quarterback bullshit you ordered that/

I’ll be at your door in 2-4 I’m a Lord of Rap/

And I’m just trying to top Drake/

Maybe move from you bottom 10 to your top 8/

Then top 5 top 4 top 3/

make it to the top spot like fuck them top me/

Cuz who better cooler than a blue sweater/

you aint really heard of me you aint get the newsletter/

The email the text or the twitter blast/

see I gotta bright future came from a bitter past/

I been as broke as every bit of glass/

In the streets now behold a beast/

Cuz when he hold a beat its like he holding heat/

Cock back then Blocka! Now who shot ya/

Dude too proper a group of new mobstas/

The game full of bitches mucho muchachas/

Who only half right like a book with two authors/

My team stay fresh like a fuckin new roster/

I’m still smoking like a fuckin new Rasta/

From Jamaica mon my words can make a bomb/

Click boom I’mma leave em sick soon/

Cant wear tight pants I’mma need some dick room/

Where we at 3? I could go 5 minutes/

But I wont cuz you probably missed half this/

And when im done you weak niggas can have this/

You have just witnessed a beat get its assed kick/

[Talking]

(talkin)I hope they listenin/

So I aint waistin my time or yours/

So I aint waistin my time to record/

So I aint do this shit a hundred thousand times before for nothing/

I Hope you fuckin listen/