Oh-oh-oh ay Hey, baby, this is who I am I shouldn't have to say it for you to understand 'Cause you already got me in the palm of your hand Just wait a couple lifetimes and ask me again No I do oh-oh ay Hello, is this thing on?

I'm living' the life (whooo!) Without the life (god damn) Gotta make it today to live up on the stage (hey) So I'm blowing it up like a high school game I know my place is on this road, my sad story Reflect on all the things that fell behind, can't be

I'm dedicated, the definition of dedication Wrote this whole record while I was levitating Sittin' in my room with the pen and paper, I'm innovative They've been afraid of me since I was a second grader I'm the kid on the playground mama told you to

And all I gotta do Hey, me or you Oh, all I want to know Who'd I do this for With just a touch of my burning hand Prime directive, exterminate And your face just drops in a pile of flesh Till it pumps in death

Hey-eh-eh-eh, yeah Whoa, gotta learn to let it go Learn to let go, learn to let go Exorcise the demons inside me The past can't haunt me if I don't let it Live and learn and never forget it I know I'm always like Telling everybody, "You don't gotta be a

Who cares if one more light goes out? In a sky of a million stars It flickers, flickers Who cares when someone's time runs out? If a moment is all we are We're quicker, quicker If they say Should've stayed, were there signs, I ignored?

If, you don't know, who I be You better ask somebody about me Oh, you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy I, know, you, know I'm, on,

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? And when my time is up, have I done enough? (The orphanage) (Will they tell your story?) (Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?) Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory

Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) (End what's right and why am I immature?) (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Here's the formula on O, now let's go Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em,

I'm the one they call the seventh son I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son But in the whole round world there is only one, and Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass And I