5th Letter Moderator Mod Squad Sep 13, 2023 #2 On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin' Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin' The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin' Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin' But the guns and the drug bars that y'all rely on Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin' Stretchin' the truth, know I never stress in the booth They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the masseuse Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records is proof I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose Cole World, the heat'll blast through your speaker He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether Collectin' his bread en masse like he a Catholic preacher Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity Really, no MC equal, feel me? Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh On God, the best rapper alive Headshot, now go and ask the best rappers that died They'll tell you he never lied, nigga
On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin' Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin' The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin' Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin' But the guns and the drug bars that y'all rely on Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin' Stretchin' the truth, know I never stress in the booth They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the masseuse Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records is proof I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose Cole World, the heat'll blast through your speaker He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether Collectin' his bread en masse like he a Catholic preacher Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity Really, no MC equal, feel me? Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh On God, the best rapper alive Headshot, now go and ask the best rappers that died They'll tell you he never lied, nigga