TestingÖtestingÖtesting my nerves.
Displaying a mouthful of critical words.
In all actuality youíre scared of my verbs.
Because I display poetically what most donít want heard.
Pimps, whores, money, drugsÖ
The life of a hustler, the life of a thug.
Having no idea the hole that youíve dug.
After I put you on life support, Iíll then pull the plug.
See..this is a route I tried to once leave behind.
Tried to put all animosity out of my mind.
I guess itís too hard for me to stay confined.
Youíve given me full opportunity to act a fool and unwind.
SoÖhere I am once again.
Exposing my temper through the ink of a pen.
My art is something I will fully defend.
Because itís different then yours you chose to offend.
Then when I ask you ďwhat is the deal?Ē.
You couldnít back up the expressions you feel.
Itís people like you I turn into a meal.
Iím not trying to cause a fight, just trying to be real.
So let me put this, into full effect.
You put yourself into debt, now itís time to collect.
Iím not asking for an apology, just for respect.
Iíll say this once, and Iíll say it direct.
If you donít like my words, or what I express.
Donít say I need my butt kicked, and then choose to regress.
This isnít a threatÖthis isnít a testÖ
Yet, Iíll still bury you with the haters that I previously put to rest.