Yo left, yo left
Yo left, right, left
Yo left,…

Sometimes you just feel tired, feel week.
When you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you.
Gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that [bad word] outta you
And get that motivation, to not give up
And not be a quitter.
No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face
And collapse.

Till I collapse I’m spillin’ these raps
As long as you feel’em.
Till the day that I drop
You’ll never say that I’m not killin’em.
‘Cause when I’m not, then I’ma stop pinnin’em
And I am not hip hop, and I’m just not Eminem.
Subliminal thoughts, when I’ma stop sendin’em
Women are caught in webs
Spin’em and hock venom
Adrenaline shots of peniciline could not get illin’ to stop
Amoxacilline’s just not real enough.
The criminal cop killin’ hip hop villain a minimal swap
To cop millions of Pac listeners. [bad word] with me, feel it or not
You’re gonna fear it like I showed ya
The spirit of God lives in us.
You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock
Is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzin’ up?
Fa shizzel my whistle, this is the plot listen up.
You bizzels forgot, slizzel does not give a [bad word] 

Till the [bad word] off
Till the lights go out
Till my legs give out
Can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out
And my high burns out
I’ma rip these [bad word] Till my bones collapse (x2)

Music is like magic.
There’s a certain feeling you get
When you’re real, and you spit
And people are feelin’ your [bad word] 
This is your moment, and every single minute you spend
Trynna hold on to it, ‘cuz you may never get it again.
So while you’re in it, trynna get as much [bad word] as you can.
And when [bad word] is over, just admit when it’s in it’s end.
‘Cuz I’m at the end of my wits with half that gets in.
I got a list, here’s the order of my list that it’s in.
It goes Reggie, Jay Z, Tupac and Biggie
Andre from OutKast, Jada, [bad word]  Nas and then me.
But in this industry I’m the cause of a lotta envy.
So when I’m not put in this list, the [bad word] does not offend me.
That’s why you see me walkin’round like nothing’s bothering me.
Even though half you people got a [bad word]  problem with me.
You hate it but you know respect you gotta give me.
The press’s wet dream like Bobby and Whitney.
Nate hit me…

Till the [bad word] off
Till the lights go out
Till my legs give out
Can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out
And my high burns out
I’ma rip these [bad word] Till my bones collapse (x2)

Soon as a verse starts I eat at an MC’s heart.
What is he thinking?
How not to go against me, smart.
And it’s absurd, how people hang on every word.
I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve.
But I’ll never be served, my spot is forever reserved.
If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first.
‘Cuz in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse.
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict.
I rap like I’m addicted to smack, like I’m Kim Mathers.
But I don’t wanna go forth and back in constan battles.
The fact is I woud rather sit back and bomb some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack, I’m launchin’ at them.
The track is on some battleing rap, who wants some static.
‘Cuz I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim Matters.
plaque and platinum status is wack if I’m not the baddest, so…

Till the [bad word] off
Till the lights go out
Till my legs give out
Can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out
And my high burns out
I’ma rip these [bad word] Till my bones collapse (x2)

Until the roof, the [bad word] off
Until my legs, give out from underneath me.
I, I will not fall.
I will stand tall.
Feels like no one can beat me.