Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel em

Till the day that I drop you’ll never say that I’m not killing them

Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them

And I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem.

Subliminal thoughts when I’m stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom

Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin is just not real enough.

The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners.

Your coming with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us.

You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up.

For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a f*ck.