This Is the Day
I guess they thought I was dead and wouldn't talk again
Well guess what I'm back and going off again
Can't stop what's destined to be
So let me ask you
Why you fools pestering me
Bunch of amateurs I do this professionally
Rap genius I mean this unquestionably
Sure to out score anybody testing a G
Which means it's a sure win betting on me
The champion the rest get beat with the belt
The only way I lose is by beating myself
I bring pain so every word I'm speaking is felt
And in the end my success will speak for itself
No lies what you hear is the truth
A shooting star I'm on the rise like heroin use
I know you praying I fall and that's a shame
Your heart pump nothing but hate in your veins
I know you wish I'd never talk again
Got you mad cause I'm the reason hip hop got a pulse again
You might wanna try a new field
And hate all you want homie I don't care how you feel
I'm a grind til my cash straight
You can do a Serch and find out I'm a MC that's past great
Nice like Pete lets get that straight
What I mean is you suckers get the gas face
That's word to 3rd bass man if I flip
This knife gon give you cuts like Richie Rich
I been a problem for a while now
A starving artist so when I eat I chow down
A pit bull you a chow clown
How you a G when you duck every time you hear a loud sound
You about as tuff as a tender steak
With some mash potatoes and green beans on my dinner plate
Well guess what I'm back and going off again
Can't stop what's destined to be
So let me ask you
Why you fools pestering me
Bunch of amateurs I do this professionally
Rap genius I mean this unquestionably
Sure to out score anybody testing a G
Which means it's a sure win betting on me
The champion the rest get beat with the belt
The only way I lose is by beating myself
I bring pain so every word I'm speaking is felt
And in the end my success will speak for itself
No lies what you hear is the truth
A shooting star I'm on the rise like heroin use
I know you praying I fall and that's a shame
Your heart pump nothing but hate in your veins
I know you wish I'd never talk again
Got you mad cause I'm the reason hip hop got a pulse again
You might wanna try a new field
And hate all you want homie I don't care how you feel
I'm a grind til my cash straight
You can do a Serch and find out I'm a MC that's past great
Nice like Pete lets get that straight
What I mean is you suckers get the gas face
That's word to 3rd bass man if I flip
This knife gon give you cuts like Richie Rich
I been a problem for a while now
A starving artist so when I eat I chow down
A pit bull you a chow clown
How you a G when you duck every time you hear a loud sound
You about as tuff as a tender steak
With some mash potatoes and green beans on my dinner plate
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Writer(s): Brian George Foster
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