‘No Sweetener '13’

Verse:
The way I've been feeling, everybody's a enemy
So much shit on my chest, muhfuckaz ain't hearin' me
Always held myself in high regard, chose pride over confidence
Some might say, that'll be my downfall
But honestly, I rose above adversity
By never adherin' to opinions, unless we seein' eye to eye
But if your optics watchin' opposite objects
Then I gives no fuck, what you discuss isn't fillin' my pockets
I'm utterly disgusted by who you hold in high esteem
That's why I spend my days blowin' off steam
I was told you're hustlin' backwards if you're chasin' a bitch
Like 50 said, chase the paper, they come wit' the shit
But I, gives no fuck about conceited, bougie broads
If that's your target demographic, hey, I applaud
You obviously have the patience to deal wit' bullshit
I, for one, don't need a bitch to get rich
An' I say BITCH, an' I'ma keep sayin' BITCH
An' once I keep sayin' BITCH, I know some hoe'll scream MISOGYNIST
They want a optimist, but pessimism's my strongest attribute
I'm one of these niggaz they feel they have to mute
Society's angry voice, I made a choice to be just that
While they weepin' off a Drake ballad, I'm like fuck that
Don't know why I listen to fuckz who don't have deals
Oh? You're cultured? That makes it so real
Yet an' still, you out in the cold, dickridin' a stripper pole full of weak flows
You admire mills, but the meek know
How things go when it's too bleak for 40/40 vision
Subpar? Nah, you just lack my precision
Am I goin' too far? You're old, inside man on the outside, ringin' other niggaz bells
A fuckin' ass-kisser, Uncle Tom to the industry, heh... nigga -- I'm your livin' Hell
Incurred my wrath, I let you up under my skin
But I'm tellin' you now PRICK, it won't happen again
Why am I wastin' a flow on you? I'm lettin' go of you
This exorcism plus a exercise of pure lyricism
Fuck ya opinion, you ain't authority of shit
Just a fuckin' cyber bully who likes to nitpick
Okay, now I'm done, back to these hoes
Turnin' their back to my flows, knowin' I'm a crack overdose
They just wanna fuck 'til their vag is loose as a circus tent
Drinkin' Colt 45s, smokin' dro every night
Can't get a job 'cause you'll fail a drug test
Put your skirt down, bitch -- you're a fuckin' mess
Now, on to you simple-pimple-dimple rhymin' ass niggaz
Pull your skirt up, show the world ya' sex change
I remember when it was about proficiency
Not deficiency, too many deliquents droppin' slop in frequency
An' to think, I supported these up an' comers
Not anymore, I'm back on my shit, ya'll startin' to bore
I'm a asshole, I do this shit for me, I'm selfish
In my arsenal is fishscale, ya'll just sell fish
My bars ain't for you to turn-up to
You turn-up one of mine, an' you collapse your spine
They say rap isn't made for niggaz who go hard nowadays
But I think Kendrick turned that shit sideways
Now ya'll on ya ear, are you hearin' the underground?
That boom from the cannon tho there's not a gun around
You muthafuckin' cheetahs can't hang wit' a guerilla
I'm this generation's Ice Cube, iller than all the filler
You runnin' a hundred miles from reality
I take shots, perfect aim, say no names but you're a casualty
So, if I'm off your radar like John McAfee
I double dog dare you fuck-niggaz to take a jab at me
It's sad, 'cause in reality, y'all ain't touchin' my flows
Prayin' to God, strugglin' to see me thru stain-glass windows