Ready for war Lou, watch how I'ma take it back
I know you got that crack, that'll give a head a panic attack/
hotter than summers, I'm gonna get sweaty,
I drop my balls on the beat, when I speak it should come wit confetti
Everybody know I'm fuckin raw, get the crates, dust em off/
makin moves me and Lou, gon fuck em all/
Dead in my riddle is little piddily,
second fiddle ho's, that are brittle as skittles, didn't have no ability/
They flow was was so tired/
I had to blow they spot like Rasheed Wallace wit a blow dryer
mo fire/
dope writer, wit a lotta wit/
haters on my dick, cuz they chick wanna get on top of it/
politicin b's in, wit my team destined,
to be, best in the east, better take a brief lesson,
so prepare to pipe down,
no worries, Conrad Murray couldnt make me put the mic down/
(Hook)
Make money, money,
reach for the top,
I'ma do it big, peace to the god/
one life to live, grind til I drop,
cuz i ont even know how to stop,
I gotta go BIG, BIG, BIG, BIG
think big, do big, get it yaself/
small time suckers go and limit yaself/
I'm goin big/
Am I way too suburban to be rappin that urban?
terrorize the beat, wrapped in a turban/
cats just observin, I'm servin these verses/
finding Cane promo up in they chick's purses/
you couldnt cross me, not even in churches/
nobody could test me, not even the nurses/
my purpose on earth is dispursing the words with/
a perfect wit, murderous, persistent wordsmith/
Undeniable, a rap phenom/
driver side flow, get ya back seat on/
I just take my time, say my rhyme/
I ont know who's seeing me if they not blind/
pay no mind, I paid mine, I'll make due/
If Cane wasnt the name I would hate him too/
I'll be at the top gettin jiggy/
I'm bout to make it big like Biggie, dig me/
*Hook*
I just wanna be big, Tom Hanks/
Notorious for spittin bomb, dank/
I'm painting pictures while you drawing blanks/
Even your yes men like "no thanks"/
I can't call it, hang it up like phone pranks/
My name ringing while ya dial tone/
ya might have blown if I was a clone writing ya song/
I narrow the circle I rely upon/
Other than my guys, this is eye patch flow homie, I alone/
style on every file I am on/
and that's why you trying to cop like a ride along/
and I'm trying to compile all the cheese I can pile on/
and I'm trying to get the bread til my diet blown/
so I run it like cardio with the audio/
I take the heart of ho's at my shows when I slaughter flows/
you bought a rose, and a card to go with it/
I could give her 16 bars and I'd hit it/
I'ma guinness sipping genius/
spit it with the keenest/
nice guy demeanor, flow be the meanest/
rose like a phoenix, fly from the ashes/
magic with a craft I supply to the masses/
site jam packed til my network crash/
If your site got hits it was accident traffic/
I'm packaging rappin gymnastics/
flippin on tracks, yeah I'm fast to get spastic/
And you act as if ya chick aint ratchet/
I bet she let me beat like a pacifist practice/
and I'm on the right track/
If I don't got the state on my back you can take it off the map/
*scratches*
credits
from Destruction,
track released May 20, 2012
Lyrics by Cane
Produced by Lou Burna