Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1:Mr. E]
As soon as I grab my pencil thoughts fluently stab the desk till/
That paper is bleeding with the same cruelty as me mental/
And the question is if my writtens are moving/
What the hell is this literature doing when I influence listeners through it/
Its feeding my head, I’m an addict needing my meds/
And nothing can stop me grabbing hold of that needle again/
But yo, I swear its therapeutic and I’m there to share my music/
Yo some hard shit here, that’s why they’re just scared to use it/
What am I writing this for? These are my vitamins whore!/
What would I need another prescription of Vicodin for?/
I’m Invincible can’t hurt me like you were fighting with Thor/
Titans or Tyson, dyke you liking to igniting a war?/
When I got 5 mics in the source?/
Double XL and my empire is back-striking at yours?/
Rebel, but I still don’t know why you are fighting this for/
If I can afford a choice between the light and the dark/
Why the fuck would I be good when writing this art?/
[Bridge:Mr. E]
Its all about my pencil and the instrumental/
Rocking here within me in the central of my mental/
X2
[Chorus:Mr. E]
I don’t expect nobody to like what they see or act nicer to me/
FUCK YOU! Because I write this for me/
And I believe if you can see receiving these beats/
I’m living the dream of a true lyricist MC’ings the key/
X2
[Verse 2:Mr. E]
Now I don’t give a fuck if you like me or not/
This mic is my shot to step to decipher my thoughts/
Spit fire and got you lit(t) up and just when you think you got on my hot trail/
I just down another one them Molotov cocktails/
I’m smoking bitch give into it my best is what I’m giving you bitch/
Don’t act like you can’t rise with me when I’m giving you hits/
Ain’t sinking to you bitch I’ll drink in your boos(booze)/
Come at me if you ever fucking think that I’ll lose/
Its a bar fight! Its a total slaughter house!/
On from now you’re my prey running to get to the chopper now/
You’re lame, I want to see you run my course/
Snort some punchlines or tour with me cuz who the fuck else would you front line for?/
Or will you fight for more?/
I’m a fighter when I’m writing throwing hooks swinging and I’ll win tonight of course/
I bet you like my form/
Bitch I’m using the phone and when I’m done talking down your throat the mic is yours/
[Bridge and Chorus:Mr. E]
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