The Reconciliation

By now everybody know your boy wild as fuck
But I spit shit like two girls one cup
Plus I get on tracks and throw up
Another dumb fuck who can do it for one buck
Call it dumb luck I'm an iTunes slut
Don't make me have to call my goons up
But that's neither here nor there
As I drop the top and clear the air
My life like watching Chappelle Show
A lot of funny shit gonna happen in the end a nigga gonna 
flow
Tryin to forget the past like a history of violence
Not be melinded by the next label I sign with
I aliened with and I grind with niggas I rhyme with and did
 time with
But lets not dwell on that lets speak to the future
The state of hip hop and a nigga that's super mixed with 
Lex Luxor
Needed a suga mama so I met me a cougar she look like 
Smigal but she do keegal
Blew her back out and took me straight to Fred Segal
Cats aint up to par I'm a eagle been bleeding on songs but 
not quite emo
If ya jeans fittin like spandex ya not a man yet hand him a
 Tampax
Yep I'm the asshole that said it, squeeze blood from a 
turnip get head from a lettuce
And this is rap extra credit cuss I move the crowd like 
telekinetics

Chorus
I'm the one you need you should recognize it though let it 
up to me, girl I got this, it go. (X2)

Verse 2
Mr you know who make it do what it do if you don't like 

certain joints that song wasn't for you critics want a 
nigga to stagnate
And stay doing the same shit I was doin in "98
Bitch I'm a magnate I grow and elevate experiment with the 
music just to create so I make underground hip hop then a 
club record might jump in his grave and collaba with Chub 
Checkers
Then hop on a verse with an R&B chick or Dr. Dre some west 
coast gangsta shit and how you gonna be made at that when 
the flow keep niggas open like a faggots ass and comp get 
tagged and bagged with no flesh on the bones so the maggots
 fast
These cornballs are just average trash ain't even worthy to
 road manage Ras, what!

Chorus
I'm the one you need you should recognize it though let it 
up to me, girl I got this, it go. (X2)

Verse 3
The Alicia keys of mc's I'm young artist and pretty from an
 overlooked city
They say he over lyrical and too gritty but your boy popped
 up like new titties
Sitten in Victoria Secret it's the law of attraction it's 
the secret got me thinken of deep shit like how many mother
 fucken rappers can I kill with an ink pen and why life 
ain't fair why my brother never wrote and I ain't light 
weight care
Guess I'm numb to the back stabbin we 're all in heaven and
 hell like it's Black Sabbath
No black card I got a Rush Card better than an EVT card and
 a bus card I don't fuck with dudes cause I don't trust you
 all I'm a hustlar you're all bitches and bustas

Chorus
I'm the one you need you should recognize it though let it 
up to me, girl I got this, it go. (X2)