Paradox

I'm in competition with my damn self
And not rappin for my damn health
I'm not Stan I don't send fan mail
But I'm standin here in the South Paw
Coming in so unorthodox
Zo the Scholar is like an outlaw
Standin here wit a pair of glocks
They'll send yo ass into a paradox
Blowin smoke nigga takin shots
Middle finger to yo fuckin thoughts
Big bag nigga fuck the cost
I'm on a island, but I'm not lost
I'm in paradise smokin on pineapple sauce
Off the grid like Randy Moss on a Viking ship in the misty fog
With a battle axe and a chain saw
Man I'm off the wall like some street art
I be in the streets like a wolf, dawg
Up late nigga never sleep cuz I'm workin hard
Can't you see the fuckin progress
Don't you know I'm the pilot
Kamikaze startin riots
Paparazzi tryin to buy it
(With a camera lens)
In the bushes, man why you hidin
Zo the Scholar gotta double down
Niggas mad they can't buy in
Can't bring me down but they be tryin
I can pack a punch like Hawaiin
You can't top this why you lyin
I'm goin off, top speed
Man I'm flyin
Top views over the horizon
Baby girl so arousin
Had to put down some towels cuz
I'm goin deep times a thousand
Had to come up, to stop myself from drownin'
Damn man I'm in paradox
Shifting off to a paradigm
If you watch the clock
Like a dozen times
You gon find yourself in the same spot
Just at a different times
If you didn't get it
Ya mom n dad was probably cousins son
Talkin' shit
Rapaport, if I give less, its a fuck ton
So come here girl and suck some fuckin anthrax
Thought you might like the taste of that
Just stating facts
I'm too hot like the exhaust tips on thunder cat
(Ugh)
I'm just stating facts
I'm just stating facts
Come here girl and suck some fuckin anthrax
Thought you might like the taste of that
(Ugh)
Thats so fuckin rude, thats so rude
What the... that's a rude ass nigga
Thats one rude muthafucka
Come here girl and suck some fuckin anthrax
Thought you might like the taste of that

Talkin shit...