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11 years ago
This is survival of the fittestThis is do or dieThis is the winner takes it allSo take it all a-all a-all a-all[Verse 1]Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-preparedI was prepared to be ill though, the skill was thereFrom the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the endsIt was 'bout busting raps and standing for something – fuckin' acronymCut the fucking act like you're happy, I'm fucking back againWith another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to endIt ain't over 'til I say it's over – enough when I say enoughThrow me to them wolves and close the gate up, I'm afraid of whatWill happen to them wolves when the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivate at it, wait is upHands up like it's 12 noon, nah homie, hold them bitches straighter upWave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuffCame up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egosI ain't deflate enoughLast chance to make this whole stadium erupt cause[Hook][Verse 2]I can see the finish line with each line that I finish, I'm so closeTo my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal postAnd if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enoughTo fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what?They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath, I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter - I can adjustPlus, I can just walk up to a mic and just bustSo, floor's open if you'd like to discussTop 5 in this motherfucka and if I don't make the cut, what? Like I give a fuckBut I light this bitch up like I'm driving a truckThrough the side of a pump0 to 60 hop in and gun it like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em upAnd if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rutAnd I look like I might just give up, might've mistookMe for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself with a fucking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my buttCause I just shitted on the mic, and I like getting cutI get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nutCause I'mma fight 'til I die or win, biting the dustIt'll just make me angrier, wait, let me remind you of whatGot me this far, picture me quitting, now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slutIt's survival of what?[Hook][Verse 3]So get your ideas, stack your ammoBut don't come unless you come to battle, now mount up, jump in the saddleThis is it - it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shitLive, breathe, your whole existence just consists of thisRefuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't defuse the wickIf I don't do this music shit, I'll lose my shitAin't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth, it's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spitBut my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do, cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quitSo there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trade, so you'd better trade your fucking mics in for some tool-box-esCause you'll never take my pride from me, it'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdriversBut I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to buh-lieveCause this is something that I must use to succeedAnd if you don't like me then fuck you, self esteemMust be fucking shooting through-the-roof cause trust meMy skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch meI can see why the fuck I disgust you, I must be allergic to failure, cause every time I come close to it, I just sneezeBut I just go atchoo then A-chieve!