Snake Pit E

Woo! Wish master. That's right. Guilty Simpson. Uh-huh. You heard? Kong the-Ar-ar-artisan. Crazy. You already know the fucking rest. Let's go. Once I'm on a mission, I don't See no competition. None. Repetitious like the engines and the pistons. Uh. And that's 'cause I'm consistent, been senior Since an infant. That's right. You're 40 and you're Broke, you're a joke, you're a delinquent. I deal with the drama like coffee, come instant. That's right. I came in the game, built a Name, and I left an imprint. Wish master. intrinsic, we authentic. And anywhere I go, already know I represent it. Every word I speak, I own and meant That's Right. And I can cook it, I can whip It, I can bake it. Woo. Couple crumbs left for the rats inside the snake Pit. Uh. Loyalty is hereditary. Watch these niggas shape-shift. God blessed in the flesh, the devil couldn't break This. Uh-uh. One in a million, believe me, You couldn't make this. Nope. My studio's a UFO, and when I'm in My spaceship, it's like the Matrix, only see numbers And agents. And life's hard like concrete and Pavement, getting money's the arrangement. When I get a shot, I'ma take it. I'ma take it, take it. The most of it, I'ma make it. I'ma make it, make it. The end result of what your hate did. Hate did. You're just a rat in a snake Pit. Snake pit. You'll never make it doing fake shit. Fake shit. The Faculty is not to play with. Play with. Slow down, you better pump your brakes, Kid. Pump brakes, kid. You're just a rat in a snake pit. My jargon is similar to arson. Get it, get When I move the margin-What? I'm highly regarded. Uh-huh. Not your typical artist. Nope. I took it the farthest. Yup. I cook it the hardest. Yup. I shook 'em regardless. They fiend for my main course with sides. My force resides-What's In the city dotting your T's and crossing your I's. I's. When you're laid flat, staring at your memories Fading. They see us, then their energy's changing. Get 'em, get 'em, Respect due, check who? I'm uncheckable. Uncheckables. Like KD in iso, what a spectacle. We say, "Green light, bro," then you better go. You Your door kicking in something like your Edibles. Never go-Go. Against the grain. Grain. Unless you want pain. Pain. And pain is what I give 'em. I walk amongst the living. Uh-huh. Talk to 'em through the rhythm. And show 'em through my vision while burning through My strains. Strains, When I get a shot, I'ma take it. take it. The most of it, I'ma make it. Make it. The end result of what your hate Did. Hate did. You're just a rat in a snake pit. Snake pit. You'll never make it doing fake shit. Fake shit. The Faculty is not to play with. Play with. Slow down, you better pump your brakes, Kid. Pump your kid. You're just a rat in a snake pit.