Heart

"You see, what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the senses

And now it came to my ears a low, dull sound,

Such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton,

I knew that sound too. It was the beating of the old man's heart."

Man, I'm telling you some motherfuckers just have no kind of heart, man.

Serious man, motherfuckers man, these motherfuckers man, these motherfuckers have no self respect.

Don't wanna pay no dues, just wanna drop like a fucking LP tomorrow..

And then to top it off, these motherfuckers, they don't have no heart to their music, you know what I mean?

Sound like little girls and shit..

If you respect yourself

Do you--

Now, it's started off rather basic,

Just some small scale davilin confined to the basement

Never knew I'd grow to this full time user

Never figured that I was a winner or a loser only did the due to have fun

And only got with a crew because it seemed natural to have one

Capture the life in the form of the grip around the mic hold it

Right like a love hold it tight with plight fortifies my

Existence reinforces my position in this course that I'm sticking to my path now

I can see it all laid out in my past while trying to catch what it's about in my last breath

Pull the toxins in, and I bet death's about to box me in, but before this bitch comes to get some,

I'mma do my job on this m-i-c, and feed you a thick one

You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya

I'm getting older and I'm knowing better

Let a, pissed rapper step to this captain and get up off your

Head kid, I'll bitch smack Hugh Hefners

Now, I'm about to put a (Slug) in

Show business and if everything goes right, I'm leaving no witness

I hold this inside the chest, so big it hardly fits it trips between a true fan of party

Shits quit to lace the track with substance for all the young guns that's really listening

At the functions so you can love it or leave it, fuck it or keep it, either way

I'll be here trudging through the deep shit

I've done well over hundred cuts and gotten the feed back of love

From some of the ones I've touched and thus, I'm not quitting never stop rippin' you gotta be kiddin' shit

He's on a mission is it possible the mics got my soul?

I'll make them all say "Ho!" and Rhymesayers

Rock the show let 'em know that it's more then a career goal

Cut that zero and let the hero in your ear hole, yo!

You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya

I'm getting older and I'm knowing better

Let a, piss rapper step to this captain get up off your head kid

I'll bitch smack Hugh Hefner emcees please excuse the "U's" and "P's" but I grew up on BDP, EPMD, Run-DMCs

I don't believe you should hold a mic and rolled up with a bus full of friend that think alike

I'm having a hard time trying to keep it simple just for the fuckers that don't seem to read between the ripples

It's all nipples and clits in this rap shit, catch a licking if you lay back passive bastard

It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all, art imitates life than most of it it's wack y'all

You gotta learn how to read the info the individual provides they probably won't dig me 'till I've died

Die..

Dead, ha..