I missed my ship
Woke up late for work and missed my shift
Told my supervisor «kiss my dick, bitch I quit
This job ain’t enough to get by with»
Little did he know, that in private
I jacked the register to get my grip
Built the CES empire brick by brick
Did a couple shows pulled a thick thighed chick
Big eyes mean that I need a big plate
Lil' white guy yea but I do big things
Big wigs on the phone talking in big figs
Figures. I fill the slot at a big gig
Well even though they ask for us
I still open up for a lot of acts that suck
So now I need a lot of jack to bust
Half stack for the DJ, a stack for us, that’s what’s up
Times gon' change, even if your mind don’t change
Leave it in your mind, so it stain, strive fo' fame
Keep it on the rise don’t hate
Even if your rivals reign
Sure as the wind blows
Come and get served to the tempo
I’ve been known to put 'em to rest with a permanent pen stroke
Murder in the first I invoke, I’m focused
In '06 it was rap psychosis
A fist to the face will make a black eye grow quick
Sure as fried chicken will make a fat guy grow tits
But that’s my old schtick, go ask my old clique
Times change and they pass by so quick
I used to, but now I don’t rap like those kids
They begrudge me because I have my own shit
Why would I grab theirs when I can grab my own dick
I may be hot but lets not be crazy
I ain’t the top of KC, And I ain’t jocking Jay-Z
I’m underground, final stage
The underdog, swelling up like a tidal wave, when I annihilate