Till It's Over (tɪl ɪts oʊvɚ)

1- Get ready. Get set. Who knew? This is jet fuel. I bet you'll put it on your Ipod to rock to. Repeating shit back, got you acting like you're a cockatoo. You should find a group of chicks for me, I'll knock a few. Is that a shock to you, that I been around the block or two? I spit the truth, won't fail. Hit this booth, fighting tooth and nail and I'm not just a drop in the pail. I won't stop till I got this hip-hop game topped and I'm all up on your heels like a flip-flop. This bass won't stop like in Slipknot. I won't take it to the face, I just sip shots. Lips hot from the friction, you can't stick him. I hand out licks with the diction, DJ mixing with the quickness. I split brain waves with the sickness. Thank God we got SOSEVEN with a mission, beats from heaven. Competition unleavened, my brethren. Meg, the local vocal angel, outta your range, she'll stand as tall as any Great Dane will. The rain still falls and the game still calls us; oh go lawless, this flow so flawless no wall can stall us, we ballers.

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2- Yeah, go ‘head call me pussy; we'll see who calls me cat again loosely. You'll see with a flow so dope I make the Pope bump his hat again, at the Vatican. It's not a nap again while I'm rapping paps cause that just ain't happening, it's baffling, bitches challenge me and I'm lapping them. I'm Captain Planet and they’re the pollution, just a piece of trash, (Shit) I'm the solution. Unleashing cash, it's my distribution. You should call me Robin Hood, I ball, see, got that head bobbing good. Well, I guess I need a little John, while I get my riddle on, look at that chick, I wanna knock it till the middle's gone. I can get a bitch to sit up on, and I can be the bomb, cause she can be my Vietcong. Stuck up in your head, just like a Disney song. Thinking you won't miss me when I'm gone - saying you don't dig me. Baby, I'm Biggie and Em, that must make me dead wrong. I'm strong, little David is taking Goliath, no getting by it. I'm like a low carb diet, you should try it. All the chicks wanna be on me. They try to pee on Z, but I'm not down with that. You need to speak to R.Kelly, ‘cause he's down with scat. I never frown on a freak, but I'm tryin'a put a crown on this peak, so I'd rather not be scandalous before I get my candles lit.

3- Now I'm about to put these ducks in a row and I don't give a fuck if we get stuck, cause I know, you a friend and not a foe. We about to go to the top, pull out the stop, gonna rock out with the cock out. Hand me a Grammy, haters can't stand me cause they know what my plan be. I'm so hyper, no sniper can test this mess, best bullet proof vest in the West, North, South, East, I'm a beast with the least street Cred. I want peace indeed, with a fleece in bed. Decrease the dead and please increase head. No stress fool, pull a piece be cool -“F”- have a press release, instead. I'm a young, unsung word farmer, body armor, thick skin, protected by karma. Ice pick like a chick from “Basic Instinct” can't stick this. Heart ticks with a goal in mind. Get your center straight, you can't penetrate what God creates, even if you got a purse full of hate. But what the Lord giveth, he taketh away, so today when you lay awake during this lyrical earthquake it's no miracle you can't curse fate, bring a heater, but you can't burst through Peter's gate, and I...

* Go to the top and I know I won't stop till it's, till it's over, over, over. I go to the top and I know I won't stop till it's, till it's
over, over, over (Repeat)