Lil B — Constant War

[Intro] I don't know how I could think in this battlefield that we livin' in I'ma stay strong, though I need y'all to vote for Lil B always, vote for the BasedGod, push him to the top BasedGod! I need you, we takin' over [Verse] I sold crack out the window like Jack in the Box I got the Gat stash, MAC stash, black in the box It's like when I rap, nigga, I'm outta the block But best believe bitch, I'm never off of my block It's the best thing for me to settle my rocks I'm like beggin' pedals to stop, I keep on goin', I keep flowin' Nigga I'm gon' keep on showin' that you can't fuck with me, the [?] drive foreign If I come at you, it's a luxury I made you famous You asked me who I am? You must be heinous After I rap, you won't even know what your name is But nigga, if you ask me, I prefer you as nameless The rap shit come quick, make me think that you brainless You just deranged and crazy, another soul lookin' for a friend You see a friend in me? You get Gat'd again And the type of bullets that make friction and wind And the friction between me and you, I thought we was kin [?] correct, bitch That means I'm connected to your spine, regroupin' your neck bitch Hopefully when I [?] bitch, the sun gets you flex bitch I'm in another category, separate from the rest, bitch My words scramble like Scattergorie Cover myself as one of the best [?] Adjust my options, never stoppin' It's overdue if I'm goin' slow with you My flows is compressed like Ziploc bags Ammo hangin' over my shoulder like Rambo Bustin' out ammo, you niggas holdin' your position I'm a first-class rapper, I send ya first class in the new state faster Than American Airlines move terrain, you bastards Four-by-four on you niggas, run over you faster Than a nigga on the train tracks, he askin' for death It's comin', faster than ever Nigga, my average in blastin' is like my average in battlin' 2 and 0, gettin' homeruns, tag team you bastards Hit me with bullets, relax [?] Hot cone, touch your neck, pistol get in your kidneys I can't help it, I'm written, can't help the feedback For all the songs I've been gettin', financial aid is included 'Cause I'm new to you bitches And don't forget it when I'm say I'm, shit maybe It's true man, forget it All the words that I rap, pronounced right either All the flows that I spit, suckers [?] They hit 'em with [?] You women know I be spittin' okay And them bitch niggas I be roastin' they brains (Brains, brains, brains, brains)