I'm a critic cause I have nothing to show I have nowhere to go with this so called talent of mine my confession to the world is on a wall in a bathroom
hoes No rogaine and the propane flows The chosen one, I'm the living proof With the gift of gab from the city of truth I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics
' up the world today When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good But I'ma live my life like I should (Like I should) Now all the critics wanna
wont do for the chips And this be speaking from my heart, so I ain't using my lips Like a ventriloquist, and as I stand killing this While this rain, critics
straight You ride the best cars, eat good, and drink fat You can't do this shit without me don't you ever think that Recognize my bald head and my gangsta limp
! Back in the day, we used to respect y'all, niggas We used to be down with y'all, niggas All you have for the West Coast is criticism and disrespect
of hoes No rogaine in the propane flows Chosen one, I'm the living proof With the gift of gab from the city of truth I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics
All the little girls fillin' up da world today When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good But I'm a live my life like i should Now da critics
You get so proud because you're humble You cut off truth from what is true You'll blame your problems on anything Except you You don't take criticism
so plain to me You're happy with this parody But in a glittering instant you hold the light so we can see That your joke's become your reality All your tricks so limp
They said They do critical things This is their concentration Forgetting the risk Opening curtains Is a common thing to do Untying shoelaces Fixing propellers
? Ain't no cash just fallin' out the sky, you hella high Oh why oh why did she touch the tie? But I start on full wit a gangsta limp Morris couldn't
no punk, I ain't no chump, I ain't no whimp Ain't got no cane, ain't got no ming, ain't got no limp Money exempt, instead you niggas are blimp And every
hoes No rogaine and the propane flows The chosen one I'm the living proof With the gift of gab From the city of truth I jabbed and stabbed And knocked critics
the eyelids Get away sticks go limping hole place The f**ked up smile sucked up most of her face Truly, beauty the scene surrean And each criticism becomes
she listen to what the mc said She might as well plug the RCA cords into her head Taking that into consideration at the center of creation Cats still criticize
little girls fillin' up the world today With the good comes the bad, the bad comes the good But I'ma live my life like I should Now all the critics
