See i been feeling empirical Steppin outta the physical self Been in my element Until i hit that spiritual realm So let this be the case Fact versus fictual Just picture me the highest of my Highs I'm at that pinnacle So take a nigga serious Ain't taking no satiricals I'm writin out these lyrics So niggas can see that visual Original The typical nigga to try and spit a few Bars super sick Like that mucus i gotta spit at you I open up that door Every now and again i kick a few I'm wipin' out these haters I'm prolly gon have to blick a few Going to the top I'm on fire thats nba jam I do it single player My team members dont play fair Exes, tell em take care Colder than the state fair Bolder when I underline them hypocrites in thin air I told em I'm the underdog I operate on straight prayer Beat it like a drummer All bass, I don't play snares Realer than a lotta these niggas Who gotta fake it Them pillars and every bar that im settin They never made it I'm the greatest and they hate to admit it That's true statements I'ma rise from the cracks in the ground Like loose pavement On the guys I be packin it down in two cases If i take it to the grave I'ma keep it in two places My head up on a swivel for niggas with two faces But i move it slow and steady Killer at two paces