Psyche!

If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of things
Shit for me to feed off
I´m see-saw battlin
But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
There´s too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up ´for i get down, run myself in the ground, ´for I put some wack shit out
I´m tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
Ya´ll steady tryin to drown the shark
Ain´t gonna do nothin but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i´m just trying to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch, let´s see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you´re really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can´t let him skate with that
Man I hate this crap, this ain´t rap,
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops