Yeah let the beat run, yeah
Lot of people speaking
But they ain't really saying nothing
I love it though
Find the Vandals at the places where we loosen up the ties
People from my city say I've loosened up the ties
She rock a Prada dress, she got Lucifer inside
She be laying on her back, she got bruises up her thighs
Never listened to a thing that I told her
Such a high roller
She would always cry on my shoulder
But she left me cold and bare
Screwing men and women, man she was bipolar
A good woman's all I ever wanted in the world
Back in grade school just daydreaming bout them girls
Cause even back then I was still a man flirt
Ninja Turtle lunch box, Power Ranger t-shirt
Fast forward you could see he grew up
They say that he bomb, they say he blew up
Though I look thin from all the wine I threw up
Women still give me peace, like they holding two up
Yeah they chucking V's up
Little homie took the peace sign, turned it to his team sign, playing ‘til his team signs
When the contracts are done we getting re-signed
You need a new game-plan, you on the decline
They said that I was only ever good at cyphers
The good die young so I'm looking out for snipers
And when they play my sh**, the disc jockey Pull Up so many times, call him DJ Diapers
Since I'm illmatic I am focused on my flaws
Lovers give me yeahs, haters give me Nas
Homies throw up V's, baby women throw up bras
Labels throw deals like it's a gift hoping I don't see the Clause
Since I am a monster I be shopping in my claws
Every time I handle bars, do it, no pause
Yellow brick road tripping ‘til my dealer's scooping Oz
That's an OZ, I OD, yeah people say I'm odd
Some may say I'm a fake
Some may say I'm a fraud
But Pac taught me judgement's something I should like to God
The funny thing bout chilling with these narrow minded broads is they say they keep it real then they die their hair blonde, ha
I'm feeling like my brain ain't stable
These dudes all turn to caine (Cain) cause they just ain't able (Abel)
To break out, but I breaks out like I'm pubescent
School of hard knock life, I'm a new lesson
I got new fans, which means new questions
Which means new people begging for a new record, huh
Well I'm about to give you gold
That's whether or not you heard about it
I'm sure you were told
All that sh**-talking coming out your mouth is sounding old
How you supposed to cool on someone who was Jack Dawson cold?
And if you think that that's talking bold
Know I got you pinged down while I bbm your soul
Wanna see me? You should point your eyes up
About as fly as a rocket that's stuck in high thrust
Yeah, until both of the pilot's eyes bust
Crashing to the center of the sun, it turns to dry dust
Talking to my team taking in everything they pitching to me
I hope when it's all said and done though that they listening to me
My boy Charles said that I should k** the beat
So, I k**ed the beat
Yeah, it's that simple to me
Lane-swerving I ain't even got my signal on
They hating on me and I ain't even got a single on
Watch your girl's mouth, watch her as she sing along
Got the Vandals here, are there some friends that you could bring along?
Cause I could take you to the place where everything is soft
You with Versis so pull that ring and that ringer off
Your man a dick, so I'm the one he jocks
But I'm not carrot-top, I don't need none of his props
Now you asking me questions that are strictly hypothetical
Saying that your feelings for me are alphabetical
Oh he Canadian eh (A)? He down in BC
She said I'm missing U since you jumped to TV
She say she home alone every time we do talk
Just know I'm Home Alone Two (too) , Lost in New York
Oh you ain't listening, yeah you do that best
Who knew that the devil had a new address