Who Am I?

In rap I'm what you call a mimic I'll spit your rhymes, four times, before you ever get to breathe a lyric You got no speed or spirit, plus you have no freakin' heart I won't rest until I find you trapped inside a cuisinart Put your knees in park, no sudden moves, or flash photos I'm brash, loco, paranoid, and I'll see cash solo My fast flow goes to the speed of beating snare drums If I go slow, you'll end up broke and eating chair crumbs With rats-a-crawlin', while I relax a mat to sprawl it Yo, my name is Zeus and I'm a friggin' rapaholic There's no cure for this type of virus, the mic's inside us Nights define us more than all our different likes divide us You can't outrhyme us, with lollipops and cauliflower Act a fool and we'll just call the cops and go for hours I'm everlasting, never fasting, forever maxing Cheddar blasting, with a knack for the better casting Chorus: Who am I? Only the guy, who wouldn't try To stand idly by while you got drunk and got high (4x) My friggin' match was sparked before the psychiatric ward When all my cash went into choosing guys for my theatric board Shakespeare, who sips wine, but never takes beer Stays clear, then observes what he creates here I relate fear to keep your system and your brain together Got you chasing shadows while you run away from chain letters My name's better than anything that you can't imagine In a land of fashion I'll make fun of how your pants are saggin' Don't cross the borderline, you'll order yours, I'll order mine If you wanna shack up with an expensive whore that's fine I know you're mortified to be facing your lord inside Of the beat, when the immortal might bust you up with his .45 I'm from a city of lights, where the witty and bright Had better never leave their hits in sight Cuz they’ll get jacked up tight, before they close their eyes They’ll steal your jokes and lies and eat your coke and fries Who am I? Only the guy, who wouldn’t try To stand idly by while you got drunk and got high Got punked to the sky, got sunk in denial Got convicted lyrically as your defense stunk in a trial All the while my rhymes become legendary Abuse the mic like a machine gun mercenary No time for punks to try to write a verse and barely rhyme The visionary climbs more than the stage can carry... Chorus If you catch me in the street I might be shy, probably won’t try To end your life but once I get on stage and on a mic My rage triples, I’ll leave you mad cripple Wishin’ you were back in time and sucking on your dad’s nipple And I did it from the ground up From knowing nothing bout this game to breaking the whole town up One thing or another I did got made fun of But I kept going until I got the verbal gun up Then I became an instant traitor The instigators, wannabe litigators, went from men to haters Now I’ll see you later, time to finish with my story Become the best for years and then fulfill my glory Instill parental tears, and make my foes yield To the one true Immortal that rules the whole field Keeps the door sealed, reaps the sowed meals Relates to you and tries to answer the question... ChorusYet another song by the rapper Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 09:24 AM PST   20 • 0 • 10