Glockapella

And I'm even for sale in Braille, the deaf, dumb and blind have heard me
And all that shit's stupid but I'm gonna address it
You makin' me hafta talk this way, ain'tcha?
But if there's more that you want, can't but one side win

I said, bring me the funk, give me the funk
Let it be known that you'll lose your life fucking around with Lo
I said, bring me the funk, I want the funk
You know me, somebody will surely owe me
If anything I'm scared for ya because I'm so ahead of ya
And I know you know that I'm something too
But instead I use my head and I fed niggaz something nutritious
Decide to ride down your street and just hurt somebody bad
And I got the most to lose but you steppin' on my shoes, nigga
Like I'm signed to Roc-a-fella and I'ma bust two times in the sky
I will gladly gone and glock one of them down
And after I get it off my chest may God bless it
Niggaz slow down around me, I make 'em superstitious
Fuck fakin', there has been some offense taken
Maybe my album will get bought this way
This is my Glockapella and I'll be wearing diamonds forever
You see what I'm saying and you know I can be what I'm sayin'
You forcin' me to walk this way

You know, as in house, hurt somebody's child or somebody's spouse
But I ain't even breathin' until I get an even 30
Who had the audacity to attack me
There's a whole lot of talkin' going round
Take that to the head brother before I walk up on your bed brother
But you will appreciate what a sacrifice this is

I said bring me the funk, I can handle the funk
Motherfucker, I ain't mad at these niggaz, I tricked you

You best believe me before I pack up and move out of town
But hear me when when I say, I ain't gone hate you halfway

But this itty bitty beef is, beneath me like bacon
I ain't scared of ya, never been scared of ya

I kept quiet but perhaps I should have pushed this fire quicker
And one of my vices used to be wanting to look visually vicious
And I'm damn sure ready to try motherfucker, yeah
'Cause ain't nobody around here ready to die
Yeah, usually I don't get into all this battle rap shit
But the only way he knows to bring this shit to a closure
And I know you ambitious young men, you have my best wishes

You makin' me hafta talk this way
When it comes to respect, I only put my family before me
I could casually clap up the front of somebody's throwback jersey
Amateurs and pros, hard-head niggaz and hoes, also friends and foes

And I'll be strict about straight every one of you niggaz like strangers

You gone fuck around and found out that's Lo still down for it
Oh but brother have I got news for you, I'm something
I bet you don't think I know no better but sanging the blues
'Cause to just sit with this shit I've only gotten sicker
You become a target and will remain a target until you are hit
And the beat ridin', oh so slowly but surely and you in danger
I'll put bullet holes in anything that oppose through car doors and clothes
Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody bad, Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody dad
Yet I react without even a crack in my composure
And paint your blood in red brother, you heard what I said, brother?
When you assassinate my character, not one remark misses
We got a real awful thang goin' down, getting down
I will invest four minutes exactly for everyone
I'm worthy and my associates and I named the South Dirty
So it's gone get funky when I'm fryin' these little fishes

Have a piece of this pain on a platter, it's one of my best dishes

Hold on, I'm all off the motherfucking beat, hold on