It Never Ends

Buckets like Giligan, still I peep reptilians in the field again

Blending in my quintillion ton brain, got me revealing men

Quintessential Queensbridge poet, "Back To The Grill Again"

Did songs with Chubb Rock to Chris Brown, switched styles

Yet to see any heavyweight make it to this round

This that pure champion sound, I wear the criz-own

Raw, one-take I don't even need a mix down

Demure not docile, volatile, I kick down

Amphibians, reptiles who make that hiss sound

Their eyes change colors, their pupils start to slit down

When I take cover and I let off a fifth round

I got seven Mac 11's

About eight .38's

Nine .9's

Ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends (Rest in peace to B.I)

This shit never ends (B.I.G. shit)

I got seven Mac 11's

About eight .38's

Nine .9's

Ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends (The worlds gone crazy)

This shit never ends

Stop waitin' for the hood to appreciate ya

Whoever gets love in the hood, he's a freak of nature

When I said I wasn't mainstream, lames scream

What does he mean? Who does he think he is?

His bank be hid, he hardly out

He's still as hard as he was when he started out

We count him out, we count him in

Amongst the real, never my crown in doubt

So around my house, with my my wins, blessings from my friends

Do they love me for me? Or love me for them?

I got seven Mac 11's

About eight .38's

Nine .9's

Ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends (The world's at war)

This shit never ends (Everybody packin')

I got seven Mac 11's

About eight .38's

Nine .9's

Ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends (It never ends)

This shit never ends (What will it take to end?)

Can't see me movin', I'm like the fastest

I'm a 3-D movie, no needed glasses

They hate it before they hear it

Clear I got perseverance, it's something they can't bear

It's become apparently clear

They fear me, I'm not dying

I'd rather put my ears to blaring cops siren

My hair in a hot dryer than hear all that pop soundin'

Fake spittin', pop rhymin', **** should stop lyin'

Why in a whole year, you still in the same spot

Tryin' to change but you not risin'?

When will somebody real tell me not Nas and cars you started drivin'

I been ridin', been made it, you and your pretend stages

I did this since windbreakers