Nothing Means Nothing

Ayo, I've never been arrested
But if you play with heavy metal
I can show you how to be permanently rested
I bested all my competitors
Like I rhyme for more than dead presidents
Coz now my presence is effective as the best of us
I level up in this game. I play for keeps
I excrete these weak rappers that are out for fame
Give 'em a week to wrap their head around the situation
Took their bitches to my sheets
They settle for self-deprecating
I'm with the masses and if that's degrading
Go pack the burners 'bout to burst and bring it back to shady
Figures round the corner selling crack to babies
If the cash slows, the mask shows
Oh no, save me
I live that blurred fast life
So you know I better die twice
But that's not my only gripe
See the problem is I'm coupled with the commoners
Where everybody gets a bite as if we communists

Medusa's back
I'm spitting my flow, you turning to stone
On this microphone you might be going on back to home
Getting your ass handed to you on a silver platter
What can I do, if they're rhyming on simpler patterns
I'm bringing it back to the bastards
The billy goat's back in the action
I'm breaking it down
And making the government pay all my taxes
You bit off more than you can handle
A bit of a savage like Randall
Macho Man can hand you a can of whoop ass so taste the tackle
Coz I'll attack all
The bigger, the badder, the harder the fall
With the heart of Artemis, arming for war
Hunting on all. Like the bring over dawn
I bring the new age of rap
A fresh new face with no tats
While they're yelling where the money at
I'm sensible
But what's some sense inside some bullshit
Get acquitted when they finding your counterfeit syllables
You blew it
We'll rendezvous in a day or two
I'm Ludacris back 2002
Bitch I'm actin' a fool



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Writer(s): Ilker Cokcetin
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