Misunderstood
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive
Can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
As soon as the beat drop
Within two bars, you already said I'm hot
They savor, my fruit's of labor
My flow is sweeter
Than strawberries, oranges, and apricots
God dammit I raised the
Standards of the status-quo
To go against me you gotta
Be more than professional
You got to go extra hard like
An erection with no protection
And I be fucking all these bars
We be sexing I'm a nympho
For the instrumentals, all right, I admit it
Matter of fact I got a hot date tonight
Real rap
Take this and take that from the machine
Got this money up, with no caffeine
Prepare me is Kerosene struck by
A bunch of lightening
You looking at me then your sight seeing
And what that means is that
This human being is fly
Don't try to duplicate
I'm authentic, I see you scoping
My style like forensics, that is foul
Tech! Leave 'em by the benches
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
I see the future better than your computers
Apple software got the next 10
Years scared I'm Fred Krueger
Rugers on my hip, terminate all intruders
Leave them dead inside the sewers
Shoulda' coulda' knew I was a murderer
Burning up the very sun, the rapture
The god is back, they said he'd come
But I came faster
I'm not an actor, if you play Denzel
You'll be thrown through a windshield
The nine merely is handheld
The AK is hands on
Now the battlefield I can land
On one thousand mines
And don't blow up because I'm the bomb
Inside your CD deck, duck for
Cover, guard your neck, i demand respect
If I never see a check
At least I got these rap niggas in check
Preach Tabernacle fetch the holy
Bible if I'm lying
King of my jungle, swear to remain humble
Keep my vision tunnel
Because I don't need to get sidetracked
My producer name is Soundwave and he
Gives me beats by the batch
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
My flow cold, like Aspen
I love to show off when I'm in that Aston
Look I act a ass, but I'm not jack
A east side nigga I can get you popped at
A hundred rounds nigga stop that
You can't make that ass sit or flip-flop back
I'm too gutta nigga top that
This is lyrical homicide, not rap
So don't get it misunderstood
Say my name on your bars
Shit I'm in your hood with 45 goons 45 shugs
Chase your ass upstairs throw
You of your roof
I see you big dogs, all I hear is woof
Loud talk, no bite, you niggas is puss
I'm off that bubble kush, thinking about life
Or how to make a mill and
Spend it all in one night i just might
Snatch your bitch if she got a great appetite
For the top dog catalog, that means everybody
Several bodies on the shoty don't
Make it eight rappers
Damn I hate rappers, don't call me that
If you called it how you seen it
You would call me real rap
I don't fabricate shit
All I do is keep it real eat, sleep
And take shit's wipe me down if you will
Hold up, big truck
Lurkin' with the monster grill
Four fifteens I got beat like Emmett Till
Put me in my g-mode schooling every hot head
Tell them about the g-code, like eskimos
My arms froze, popsicle
Observing the game, I'm so official