I have not begun
[1st Verse:]
Ladies and gents,
sorry to keep y'all waiting.
This goes out to everybody still hating.
For those that fake,
y'all can keep on fakin'.
I'm cooking a plate for you
to stick your whole face on it.
Tastes good, don't it, cousin ?
Just so you know, it's nothin.
I get you bugging
like some Codiene in some Robitussin.
It's just the way that I approach every line:
I slap the track and turn around
and choke each rhyme.
[2nd Verse:]
Broadcast to the nation like NBC
with pages from the 16s like MPC.
Deliver an ass-whopping via MP3,
giving you people
more reality than MTV.
Do it P.P.V.
Snap necks with the pressure,
make a mess,
then carry you out on stretcher.
You could sue,
but oh, the law won't protect you.
Even the court room sketcher
could not sketch you.
[1st Pre-Chorus:]
You're not following me.
I got your number like Caller I.D.
Try it, you can holler at me.
I promise you pain, I will chop your body in 3s
and you'll be sitting there stuttering p-p-probably.
[1st Chorus:]
Follow me.
I got styles, you can copy one.
Back of your mind,
I know you wanna stop me son.
But here's news for you fucker:
That cannot be done.
You can think that I'm finished ;
I have not begun.
[3rd Verse:]
I'm grinding ; putting these kids to bed.
You think you're hard-boiled ?
Fucker, you're an Easter egg ;
you've got a pastel shell and soft inside.
Squash your pride.
You think I fucking lost my mind.
I'm not playing.
I might as well be making a bomb.
I lay you down to foundation
when I'm taking you on.
Bet the farm on the rhyme
for the sake of my mom.
She's like: "Mike, show these pigs
what kind of bacon you're on."
[2nd Pre-Chorus:]
It's funny but don't laugh.
[It's] money with no cash.
The villain of vocab,
I'm killing this notepad.
The realest I wrote, man.
You don't even know half.
I'm banking at full tank
[and] you're running on low gas.
[2nd Chorus:]
Take that.
I'm cutting off your fun.
You're nothing
but a butter knife stopping a gun.
We can dance
but your chances are slim at none.
And you can think that I'm finished
{but} I have not begun.
[4th Verse:]
Got a razor-blade tongue
and I'll get this done.
No running,
just dumping on your clique for fun.
Machine Shop got it locked
like the game's a joke ;
say something funny
get the whole gang provoked.
Better buckle down, fucker.
Go get your own.
We've been working ten years
just to get this known.
The people on the block
start to get numb ;
they expect that it's fresh
when the new shits come.
[5th Verse:]
Here it goes :
Let them known they can fix the frown.
Railroad rap hot tracks running you down.
And they ask and repeat
how I do this now,
like I'm really gonna tell them
how I get this sound.
We just do what we do :
give you that fix.
We come in the back
like we run this bitch.
Turn the lights down low
and we start the show.
When I give it to you,
give it right back and it goes.
[3rd Chorus:]
Take that.
Take that: cutting off your fun.
You're nothing
but a butter knife stopping a gun.
We can dance
but your chances are slim at none.
And you can think that I'm finished
{but} I have not begun.
Follow me.
I got styles, you can copy one.
Back of your mind,
I know you wanna stop me son.
But here's news for you fucker:
That cannot be done.
You can think that I'm finished ;
I have not begun.
[Outro:]
Think that I'm finished ? I've not
begun.
No.
