I am Unstoppable
I know that you want me to fail
But no I won’t
I’ll keep fighting until the day I’m in a box
Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop
I will never stop!
After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure there’s pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we’ll be ballin’ again
‘Til I make it, yo, my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to bitches too scary, get too near me, we rushin’
Visions of over-packed prisons, millions of niggas thug livin’
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don’t test us
They pull the heat out, ammunition in crates
Psssh! Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
They got me fiendin’ for currency, the money be callin’
It’s like I’m – dreamin’, seein’ scenes of me ballin’
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked fo-five, snatchin’ niggas pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin’ 40’s, moved to harder shit
God damn now I’m a grown man, I follow no one
Now nigga I got my own plan, Watch me!
I got a handgun habit, nigga front I’ll let you have it
When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it
I’m allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggas
Front and I’ll put your brains on that curb fast nigga
I ain’t a marksman, one spark and I spray shit
Nuff rounds from that H-K, I don’t play bitch
Move like I’m militant, back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas can’t move me
I squeeze till I run out of ammo, if it’s a problem it’s handled
I have your people pourin’ our liquor and lightin’ candles
You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind
It’s crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust
First there’s crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse
We don’t go to funerals, but we’ll go to your wake fam
Do your body all banged up, you made a mistake man..
There’s a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice
Cause that’s sort of unique cause you know it’s me
My poetry’s deep, and I’m Stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can’t sit still, it’s like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I’m strapped, it’s known any minute I could snap
I’m the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain’t even funny, I ain’t even hungry, it ain’t even money
You can’t pay me enough for you to play me
It’s cockamanie you just ain’t zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock’s coo-coo
I got screws loose, yea the whole kit and caboodle, I’m just brutal
It’s no rumor, I’m numero uno, assume it
There’s no humor in it no more, you know
I’m rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass.
