Rhakim Ali Citizen Kane
[Intro]
Yeah
I feel powerful, man
I feel strong, man
I feel like Citizen Kane or something, you know what I'm sayin
I just feel like taking over the world or something
You know what I'm saying ?
It's just crazy
[Verse 1]
Back from the cage, swinging
Spectacular range
Bringing immaculate game, king be packing the pain
See how I cracked in the lane ?
Speeding and dashing, insane
Heathens get smacked into shame, leaving the sack in the rain
Detach and detain brains, I reign on the terrain
You complain and strain 'till you pop a couple veins
Chop, I'm a young Mark Twain on a dark plane
Spark propane, you say my pronouns are profane
The fouls are flagrant, leave you on the ground shaking
I like my women chocolate colored on piles, naked
I run miles where the aisles are sacred
Create so many styles and shape it
I need a mild payment
Rhyme like time is limitless, lines is primitive
Your ribs become prime when I'm grilling it
A pyramid I get through
Trying to get the stacks and pile it
And dog, you ain't moving in silence if you brag about it
You niggas either fake street or fake deep
Talking bout staying woke but you should probably stay sleep
You could never leave the man astray
Open-handed pray, applying more pressure than a can of spray
Now, compare this rascal to a pterodactyl
You hot stuff 'till this double barrel is starring at you
Then it's pop goes the weasel, don't bring your peoples
Cause I'll make a sequel featuring the dessert eagle
Don't be a problem dog, I won't solve you
I heard you wear fake jewels, so niggas don't rob you
I'll take it anyway, give me that
Real hustlers lose money just to get plenty back
This day and age I'm like a snail on a razor blade
Moving slow but still getting cut until I'm in the grave
And where I'm headed towards is deaded for em
I'm trying to get high like a white man's credit score
Come wrong with the respect and get punched in the neck
I keep going until it kills me like Russian Roulette
Interrupting who's next, bullet wounds stuck to the chest
Soon as I pull it you niggas gone book it
Like "Bruh, what a mess"
Plus you quick to get upset for nothing
Got an issue? Get it off your chest just like a breast reduction
Don't get possessed by the darker side of the wrecked and rugged
Collect the checks and finesse the public
Don't rest for nothing
Don't rest for nothing man, you know what I'm saying
Just get that, and go man
Don't waste no time
Don't beat around the bush with it
[Verse 2]
Uh
The knots is heavy, cops got plenty
I'm the kind but I never wear the crown cause I'm top heavy
Two-toned drop top Chevy
I got the veggies like a medley
Can't take em to war, they not ready
I wasn't dealt the nicest cards
The game is tug-o-war, I had to pull twice as hard
I ain't no Lee Corso
But me and my homies speak in Morse code to get you popped in the torso
See what I'm working with? Make a wish like Timmy Turner
Rap game need a tourniquet
Gave the burner to my German chick, she wrapped it like a turban
The church spoke sermons, I'm about to burn the switch
Bars is skeptic, rappers make me narcoleptic
Writing so much heat, it got my palms sweating
I'm the best around, hands down like I'm arm wrestling
While you stressing over hits in a sparring session
Feel like Citizen Kane, I'm in the rain
Simple and plain..
[Outro]
Reverend X: Simple monkey-minded.. "nincom-fucking-poops" Wouldn't know love if it jumped out and bust you went "oops" upside your motherufucking head