DJ GI Joe - Mission Statement lyrics

[Verse 1:] I'm your worst nightmare, I spit the sh** you're dreaming of Dope as intravenous d** flooding River Phoenix blood Building from the ground up, 'til I'm in the suite above Buzzed, twisting greener bud than Wiz Khalifa does See I ain't rhyming 'bout the diamond rings and flashy cars Finer things than caviar, I just bring it as we are And it got me thinkin' that the bar's been raised to mount position With the weight and pounds I'm lifting barely makes an ounce of difference Still fans play it loud, they say I make 'em proud to listen They use it to escape like tunnels breaking out of prison And they relate cause life's a b**h who knows her way around my kitchen But wouldn't give me cake with flour and baking powder mixed in Bank account's deficient, withdrew and overdraft Can't afford to see the sky go from blue to overcast So I use emotion as fuel, and spew explosive gas Like a supernova blast coming through your phonograph.. [Verse 2:] I choose to go a path that don't meet the status-quo Chose to be an average-Joe, earn my keep and stack some dough I chose to speak the truth, cause the people had to know And they told me go to hell with the demons trapped below They said hip-hop was dead, they confirmed it as deceased 'Till I reached out the casket through the dirt and grabbed their feet So I could pull them underground, where verses smash the beat And every person that meet is vermin turning savage beast My work's a masterpiece, think not it's all the same At least I've got in all the Janes for me,to shop at malls in Maine Watchin' y'all drop the ball from atop the Hall of Fame Then just stop and call the game like these drops of falling rain Yo it's not my fault the pain's too much for angels on your shoulder Their inner demons represent my name up on a poster Sean came a long way, now he's way beyond the culture An abomination spawn from the greatest song composers.. [Verse 3:] I'll napalm your soldiers, I'll spray a loaded Glock I'm not like these people, I embrace the culture shock I'll celebrate the day my foes are layed below to rot And chase Patron with shots of Jack straight and smoke some pot Got the same approach with cops 'till they raid the local spots Or invade my home with SWAT and snipers aim from overtop That's not cool anymore, they say the game is going Pop Rap about playin' beer pong with a case of Rolling Rock I'm like f** that, to me it'll always be the golden age Sk**s matter, and ill rappers like me control the stage Releasing flows and waves leaving people so amazed They bend over backwards, their calf muscles reach their shoulder blades From beneath the overpaid, where it's not commercialized 'Bolic drops the certified fire, watch him burn alive I will lock it worldwide, hip-hop will turn the tides And whoever f**in' doubted me, y'all are first to die..