Breakfast of Champions

Yeah yeah, I'm my own man now
I gives a fuck what you say when I'm not around
Cuz in the end I got you singing my shit
Got you singing my shit, got you singing my shit

So what what, what the fuck you talking about?
It don't matter to me if you don't know me now
Cuz in the end I'll get you singing my shit
Get you singing my shit, get you singing my shit

Yeah, sounds stay ambient, this is a story of
Breakfast of Champions and dinners for warriors
West coast whistles, death to accordions
My words are Jericho missiles flying out of the orient

Recording life as it's passing me by
In each and every moment I'm always grabbing the sky
Stay persistent with a sharp view, axe in my eye
Fuck a piece, I want a rack of the pie

Stack em up high, striking fear into the ceiling
Screaming WEST SIDE until they fucking feel me
So let me toast to my folks I love most with some smoke
Who are ghost from the life style of a lok

We stay broke but never stay broken
Cuz shit always happens so I stay coasting
Put it in a rap and it's how I stay coping
Foot to your back if you fuck with my hopes and

All I... All I...
Ever wanted was to live life free now
So I'm... So I'm...
Always on it while I'm repping sea-town

Yeah yeah, I'm my own man now
I gives a fuck what you say when I'm not around
Cuz in the end I got you singing my shit
Got you singing my shit, got you singing my shit

So what what, what the fuck you talking about?
It don't matter to me if you don't know me now
Cuz in the end I'll get you singing my shit
Get you singing my shit, get you singing my shit

KA-dot-LIL, voice of thunder
Black horse rider, I am the force of hunger
I-pray god while I prey upon beats with the teeth of jaws
May what we sing reach the lost

May I not repeat what the weak leak in songs
Be speech but kill beasts in streets cuz I'm
A panther with flannels and black glasses
Emerald city, I'm Osborne like Black Sabbath

My path is littered with broken hearts and scattered ashes
Shaky hands and guilt from real past actions
My raps are transactions
Between white rage and black passion
Was cash lacking, now rack stacking

Save it I know who wrote me off
Khingz was suppose to blow when Geo quote his song
Gave people my soul and folks chose to pawn
But K is a poem wrote by the ghost of Ra

Yeah yeah, I'm my own man now
I gives a fuck what you say when I'm not around
Cuz in the end I got you singing my shit
Got you singing my shit, got you singing my shit

So what what, what the fuck you talking about?
It don't matter to me if you don't know me now
Cuz in the end I'll get you singing my shit
Get you singing my shit, get you singing my shit

I turn my pain into a song and now they
(Singing my shit)
Like I'm dead and gone they'll be
(Singing my shit)
I want the whole world to be
(Singing my shit)

I won't stop till every single kid up in this bitch walks up to their moms and start
(Singing my shit)
Even when it sounds wrong they'll be
(Singing my shit)
They'll sing the whole song when they singing my shit
Yeah they singing my shit, when they singing my shit they

Look at me like rap is back
But you can't see what I'm trying to do
like Itachi's Sharingan was infected with cataracts
Or like riding with tinted windows rolling in a Cadillac
Or not being a witness when I'm packing a mac in the back of ac

Gassing it back in the back of lac
Feeling like that rose that grew from a crack
But the fact that I rap and it happens like brrrapp
I just can't help it, rest in peace Big Pun cuz I got to pass it back
And if you ever felt it listening to any of my raps

Know that the fact that you did means I'm just like you
And don't ever think for a second you can't do this too
And don't ever let no one tell you, you can't touch that moon
Cuz I know what it feels like when you don't know what to do

Man I took my lumps and got back up like fuck the world I've had enough
And all the bullshit that you deal with when you feeling lost and stuck
It's cuz you're malnourished that you think it can't be done
And so I feed you, Breakfast of Champions