Popular Demand

Aw! Shout out to Push, Shout out to Malice,
Fam-Lay!! Ab Liva, Re-Up, Ni**a We Up!! .. G's up
Windin' down but..

It's Hirst verses and Murakami rhyming,
all my raps is super flat, all your raps is super wack,
tell him that the future's back, DeLorean rolling down the block
you can call it shooting craps, and my roof is back and my wings is up

king of car without kalua, so you aint gotta pour the king a cup
Young Yakuza but none of my fingers cut
so I can still sip red zinga with my pinkies up
made man you can call this cleaning up
I'm OCD, I never think it's clean enough
that's what defines me, I never think it's mean enough
lines deeper than those waiting on a sneaker, cuz
you gone need two heads like the king of clubs just to figure out the meaning of,
I'm just archiving buzz so stay out of the sun-way like you're drinkin' blood
this is what it feels like to be in love...ENEMY!

I mean come on, I mean look at what I'm droppin' here
do this for the blog and the bloggosphere
No, you ain't ready for the heavy, so I keep it light as joggin' gear
I don't want the throne, I want the helicopter rocking chair
Jay gave me a co-sign like I was RocaWear, but be clear I'm not the air
I'm the water, fire and the earth;
that means I'm doin' dirt, spittin' flames and quenchin' thirst,
and plus the real God has been on my side since birth
I hope that he forgives me, I hope I do his work in every single verse,
Now I might do a dance, I might even jerk, tell them N****s don't hate
Only God is great, Enemy Of The State