I'm the illest Cause I'm the illest Yeah, say it (say it) uh-huh I gotta be a ill nigga, with no denyin How the FUCK I get this crowd movin without even tryin? Made it out the projects, against all odds

This is my sword, we are one and the same My enemies' woe, vengeance the name This is my sword, the dealer of pain The odds are stacked against me Outnumbered three to one These men are seasoned warriors But I stand my ground Waiting, let them come

You're the only one who really knew me at all So take a look at me now Well there's just an empty space And there's nothing left here to remind me Just the memory of your face How can I just let you walk away, Just let you leave without a trace? When I

One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute, dressed in

Guardians of Asgaard We're the guardians Cause we are Standing firm against all odds Guarding the most sacred home We protect the realm of gods Our destiny is carved in stone

You're the only one who really knew me at all Well there's just an empty space So take a look at me now And there's nothing left here to remind me Just the memory of your face How can I just let you walk away, Just let you leave without a trace? When I

They laughed at me wanting you But oh, you came through The odds were a hundred to one against me The world thought the heights were too high to climb But people from missouri never incensed me Oh, I wasn't a bit concerned For from hist'ry I had learned

Against the grain Against the odds I'll rise and I won't trip again The dawn of a new day never looked As good as this The thoughts of yesterday forgotten I like the way this new skin feels Bring me splinters of tomorrow Collect the parts where I win

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows Going to the green 'fore I'm going blue All I know is more and more (aha) Putting on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (you know what this is) Hundred bands (yeah) Hundred bands All I know is more and more

The heart wants what it wants (What the heart wants) The bed's getting cold and you're not here The future that we hold is so unclear But I'm not alive until you call And I'll bet the odds against it all Save your advice 'cause I won't hear You might be