Critical Thinking

[Intro]
(coughing)
What you know about that?
I'm smokin' on that good, nigga
Shit hurt
Uh

[Verse]
Check my resumé
I need the bills like Bellamy
And you can't even stand up to my pedigree
My favorite rapper said, "Check out my melody"
I'm rockin' gold like I bought it in the 70s
I do my thing, you could say my name ring bells
'Cause I'm a mastermind when it come to craftin' spells
They asked me where I'm at, I'm in the lab, still
I hit 'em hard, you gon' need a Advil
I could rock the mic nonstop
Every time, I dump another MC in a pine box
One step and one day at a time
In the jungle where's I wrote most of my rhymes
Man, I'm one bad son of a gun
Load up a gun with a drum that's a hundred and one
You never been righteous, and you been a liar
Empty a clip, you evacuate from missile fire
Huh, I swear I'm hip-hop's best yet
Dumped a hundred tapes and I ain't break a sweat
On any type of beat, I can get vicious
To fuck with me, you rappin' niggas gon' need nutrition
Lil' niggas actin' like they hammerproof
I hunt my prey down, then I let the hammer loose
Swaggin' like I was Big Meech and them
While you niggas braggin' over [?]
I already bagged her, you can have her, ain't no leech in him
I will never stagger, ain't no lackin', no impeachin' him
And when I leave the game, it won't be the same
Goin' against the grain, workin' on my sniper aim
I'm a menace to society, nigga
So many ways to die, it's a variety, nigga
Respect your elders, that's that fetal piety, nigga
Smack you in your mouth, don't ever lie to me, nigga
The joy of life is like music to our hearts
Man, don't ever let the reaper catch you after dark
Stay on point, 'cause grimy niggas will smoke you at the park
Stay on point, 'cause grimy niggas is shootin' off the charts

[Outro]
Uh
Tha fuckin' God, man
You know what the fuck goin' on
Real shit