Pre-Occupied (feat. Blaque Keyz)

Wu-Tang raised me, Death Cab changed me

You should go and ask Rihanna if the pen game's crazy

My artistry is everything, that's my baby

But when it comes to publishing

It's fuck you, pay me

Don't be mad 'cause the records that you cut sound lazy

And everything I'm cooking sounding nuts like rabies, uh

I hate rappers, please don't call me

Give me urinal suggestions like please don't stall me

Don't play for me, I'll be yawning

How I'm doing pop melodies and you sound corny

Now everybody trying to hang around like awnings

Me and my people linking in the park like crawling

Things seem Rocky, Drago, Ivan

No cash, broke bad, so damn

Heisenberg check the chemistry, I found this hybrid

It's Dilla in the pocket but it's so Paul Simon

It took a little while for your mind to find it

But once you see the genius it's intimidating, isn't it

Isn't it

Isn't it

Isn't it

Isn't it

Took a little while for your mind to find it

But once you saw the genius it's intimidating isn't it

Isn't it

Isn't it

They told me that my attention span aligns

Somewhat with the child or a fly, yeah

They didn't understand that I saw signs

Hearing things but now they realize

That the woman that I prayed for became my wife

And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life

I figured out there's money in my mind

I'm glad I lived my life pre-occupied

You need to get that bag out my face

God made me a full blown genius

What the fuck I need coke for

You need to get that bag out my face

God made me a full blown genius

What the fuck I need coke for

Outkast raised me, Lupe changed me

Now I do things with words to make you lames praise me

Whether Liu Kang or Luke James or Usain maybe

Feeling flyer than a jet, son, I'm, oh, so Spacely

Now everybody clueless, how the flow so crazy

Got me dashing with an actress, looking, oh, so Stacey

I hate rappers, and I really mean it

Tryna ball with the kid'll get you sunned like Phoenix

Rather ball you up, feather and tarred

Until you're harder than sparring with Mayweather

With leather Spaldings

This is my calling so I answer it with bars but not for service

It's for hurting any person verses me

I've been rhyming since nurseries

Third degree burns, emerge from the furnace, get close to me

While I'm roasting one of these pigs my flow is rotisserie

It's a pity that all these hoes slipping out of they hosieries

Get a hold of me, I slip through their fingers like Rosaries

Been waiting for you to find it

So I leave it where it's supposed to be

'Cause once you see the genius it's intimidating, isn't it

Isn't it

Isn't it

Took a little while for your mind to find it

But once you see the genius it's intimidating, isn't it

Isn't it

Isn't it

They told me that my attention span aligns

Somewhat with the child or a fly, yeah

They didn't understand that I saw signs

Hearing things but now they realize

That the woman that I prayed for became my wife

And dreams that I wrote down they came to life

I figured out there's money in my mind

I'm glad I lived my life pre-occupied

You need to get that bag out my face

God made me a full blown genius

What the fuck I need coke for

You need to get that bag out my face

God made me a full blown genius

What the fuck I

(Beautiful mind)