R.I.P. - Guilty Simpson

Standing on the edge of adrenaline

Slipped and fell when I landed, lost my innocence

Now I feel filthy, now I feel guilty

Focused on what I am, not what I will be

I’m a work in progress, it’s a process

And it’s documented the projects

I never been hard pressed to kick it with the in crowd

I became the in crowd, I’m the shit now, watch me

Might sound a bit cocky but these motherfuckers can’t stop me

Bigger the yap, the bigger the slap

Bigger the hat, the bigger the gat

Squeeze somethin', chin check your best threat

Now get upset, cut check

We set it off, jettin' off, lead somethin'

I tend to offend cause I call it how I see it

And a win is a win

Sinister grin but rarely seen

A pair of mini machines in my pair of jeans

Fully automatic, clap it, rapid, wack a rapper at a pace

Before they challenge their fate we send 'em outer space

We runnin out of control, you couldn’t stop a freight

Train, your eyes realize you wouldn’t pop a grape

I popped an eight, some excel invites

It’s probably why I sleep well at night

My conscience clean, I used to have monster dreams

Now I shoot up and conquer things, yeah

I force your hand, my name ringin' bells across the land

For a feature that’ll cost a band, or two, or few or four or more

I’m rugged to the core, hecklers watch the champagne pour

The camp ain’t poor, we been it, winnin' somethin' every minute

Heed the message what we sendin'

They tried to divide and conquer but instead I divided my competition

With compositions amd sharp incisions

A taste, a waste

Bashing smashing blackness into utter disgrace

Like last in the race

Her-on, horse and stuff a feeling you feel once

Then you chase for the rest of the race

Like a wounded sickness carrying rat

Rat, RAT!

Simpson is formulating plans for biz

I’m more advanced than them campus kids

School y’all!

More sharks than a pool hall

These high heads get smashed, we’ll be cool tomorrow

I’m an underground lord cause I do it all

Run from nothin' no matter who you call

You’re a fraud overwhelmed in the realm of realness

We signed and sealed it, and move tomorrow, ship 'em

Another victim, I don’t wanna kick 'em while they down

But Mo the Town wisdom, we enlist 'em

A part of my army, and fighting with arms

We collide with zombies, and clash till it’s all resolved

We never back down, and never lack sound

So you’re advised to put the shovel back down

Cause we not dead yet, so adjust your headset

Yes!