[Fineprint]
"The Present and The Future"
<08/01/2012>
4:56AM To 6:49AM

Up 4 an' 5 in the mornin, like I'm flyin in from tourin
But I'm juz perfectin the flow, grind 'til I'm snorin
My mind is explorin to find a rhyme that's allurin
An' separates me from the weak, 'cause when they rhyme, they borin
Miseducated on life, I'm juz implyin I'm Lauryn
Call niggaz on they bullshit, they imply that we warrin
On the defensive end, I'm implyin you're Warren
I'm takin this like the Heat, can't deny that I'm scorin
Rain's fallin like it's hail; can't deny that it's pourin
I got the drive like a bat out of Hell; nigga, I'm floorin
Anything for exposure; I'm attention-whorin
An' I'ma vye for attention 'til my whip is foreign
Labeled lazy 'cause I don't wanna rap where they performin
I have my own plan, so I creep like global warmin
Can't wait 'til these old heads rock the sour lip
'Cause I'm on a leer wit' Kanye -- call that shit a power trip
An' I ain't done, I'm juz warmin up
That 16 was juz the calm, I'm still brain-stormin up
Nope, I ain't never stood over a stove wit' pots
But I'm in the struggle, sleepin on a broke-down cot
A hustler's a pig, don't fly straight
Silverback on my back, you'd die from the stress of my weight
I hate niggaz who miss the point of a message
Try to set 'em straight, but they never ever catch it
These hoes stay thirsty, no beverage
For once can I get a lady wit' some sense, not ratchet
An' wretched; mad wit' yo life so you disparage
Everything a nigga do, bitch; you'll never see marriage
Baby, get a "clue" like the board game
This Chess, you playin Sorry; miss me wit' the bored game
Can't afford dames couture claims, ignorin your's
One day I'll buy out the store's floors
'Til then, I write my thoughts, let the words speak
Stay away from the snakes wit' the bird beaks
Work to be in a power circle, that's word to Meek
An' spend $5000 on a pair of sneaks
See Esco an' I a pair of geeks
But he looks for convo, an' I juz want a pair of freaks
Guess that contradicts what I said before
So please don't give a shit 'bout what I said before
I only love her if her pussy tight
Let the coochie be deep, I'll sink into it like the beat when I write
Please God, let the apple be sweet, give me a bite
Some Dior pussy to quench my appetite
Get it right, I never lose sight
Juz lose track of who's wise when they join fools in a fight
I have Ferrari dreams but a Mickey D's budget
At least I'm not fakin wealth, so fuck it
You're fabricated, poetic claims fall on deaf ears
All big words, no flow, abandoned by your peers
Work at bein relatable, you might shine
Speak to people on their level an' you might find
What it means to be a emcee
Ya'll juz cypher all day; shit, it couldn't be me
To get respect, you need clout
Half of ya'll are derelicts 'cause you failed to figure that out
Hold up, Idk what I'm spittin 'bout now
Juz goin wit' the flow; click, click, pow
I need a super-thick chick, so I can dick her down
Endin this right here; haters simmer down