One Thing I Know

Uh oh somebody left the gate open
It's Planetary baby aOTP in the building
Q Demented in the building
This for the family y'all let's get it

I feel like today is new years eve
We got noise makers that are
Making your ears bleed planetary back
Crack getting cooked in the kitchen
Got the lab hot
Hot enough to burn the existence
My sixteens are fires that
You couldn't extinguish
Your sixteens are tired and
Were forced to relinquish but me dawg
I'm more like to type to replenish
Reinvent the wheel and spin it
Like it's nobody's business
Me with the quickness
Vulture to diseases and sickness
Every night it's like a fight but
See my demons have lifted
I ain't worship the satan now
But far from a holy roller
I asked "Who the best alive?" and
Most of them told me Hova
Now I've got to study but
It's gully to pass in
I ain't talking 'bout the
Money or the fame, but with that pen-
The message is clear though
I'm ready for the big leagues
I paid my dues more than
Most niggas this week

I see these rap niggas feeling the pain now
I don't know why the fuck they
Thought it's a game now
But I can tell you one thing I know
It's that most rap cats strictly
Out for my dough i call them ho-niggas

I ain't leaving til I'm
Hitting the Guinness
Book for being the illest emcee
To handling my business
Digital fitness, rap niggas, lyrical exercise
Sparing with your squadron
Got your niggas all terrified
Unholy Terror lying under the concrete
Fun to make you wonder how
Intense can a song be
The Army we palm heat long Lebron do
And stomp rappers down like
Iverson did Tyronn Lue
To remind you I'm better than most rappers
Cocky rap-boy I leave you shook
Like them ghost trackers the flow better
Yet every letter ain't tight at all
Ghost writer
Them lines you hearing I write'em all
They put my pen in the penitentiary
Locked it up next to my enemy
And conquered by my memory so mother fucker
Sit and act like there is ten of me
Shut your mouth and pour a mother
Fucking shot of Hennessy nigga

I'm on some Wyclef shit
Spitting three sixteens man I do what I want
Nigga does this shit mean-
You bored nigga? I introduce your
Ass to the lord quicker
More sicker than Sicknature letting
The force hit ya
Yo Illegal what the fuck was you thinking?
You must be buggin' if you think
A nigga stuck the 'position
This beat could make me rhyme
For a week straight
If I ain't have to sleep I swear
I wouldn't give this beat a break
The Carl Luis of raw music
Hold an Olympic medal to shred you and
Behead you man that's all to it
You can't run now, got three sons now
When I die you'll have more
Problems that come around
I gotta gun'em down, now watch I decapitate
I gravitate to the grind
Now my mind graduates
To the next level, living like the last day
Mind of a hustler
I'm the modern day Mac Dre