What I Do Lyrics

Yo

This is the heart that I got

As hard as my cock

Getting ready to fasten it

On this target, I'm locked

And I'm starting to sweat

I'm sweating to death

This ain't no passion

It's an obsession, I've left

No distraction

For me to ever go back to

And if you ever see me flowing

You know that dude

Spits true shit

And it's all in the soul, that's true

And whether you do shit

It's all in the ball bag too

If I do spit wicked shit

Then why am I broke

As a motherfucking joke

Got my whole entire back to these ropes

And it's so bad

That I'm having asthma, I choke

Getting so mad

Because I'm falling flat on my nose

There's just so much

That you could never grasp

I'm so cut

Up about every minute

That the gap gets closed up

Sufferin' succotash

I'm that cat, but grown up

This is it

This is what I fucking have, Let's go nuts

You thought I'ma stop there

But nah, I'ma keep flowing

I got no reason to ever quit, this poet

Has nothing to lose

And that's some fucking deep shit know it

The shit I produce is phat and I want you each to know it

So you can throw it in the trash, all the bullshit outtem

That you bought, thinking it's raw, yeah you thought

I just think you's think too much

Or maybe not enough

But I'll bid you this once

There's nothing can top this

I fucking kick, punch

And spit for the top

If I'm asked to shit blood

Or guts from my ass

I'da shat my dick, lungs

And nuts and I'd pack a sick punch

And miss

None, I'm a nuts psychopath I think one

Of the reasons

I feel I need to feed this itch

That I have to break into fragments

And feast on it

Is that I'm a cactus

The acid is deep within

Fucking me up, like a nutjob

Decent shit

Making me trip / Like a rockstar

Believe these lyrics

This is not what you think

This is easy spirit-ed shit

Coming from the top

It ain't tit for tat

This is how you spit

When you're fucking sick at rap

Bitch

It's what I do

This is what I just know how to do

I don't know anything else and I'm flat broke

What I do

I'll give you a clue about

What's going on in my head

In fact, I'll tell you what's going on in there instead

Is what I do

This is what I just know how to do

I don't know anything else and I'm flat broke

What I do

I'll give you a clue about

What's going on in my head

In fact, I'll tell you what's going on in there instead

Is what I do

You feel the pain

And you really want it again

But I been the same

Really, since I had this blood in my veins

I'm insane

And I haven't even had a part of my day

That I didn't kick ass as I hit the path

Hard to obtain

I'm a bit fast

Displaying wit to bitch ass

Peeps. When I needa speak facts

And you can never get back

Me. Unable to kick back

In the name of the big, bad

3 in Biggie and Tupac

And Big L, what a beast ass

Team to feast at

Where the fucking police at

Don't please ask

Me as I fucking

Protect my neck

How could he catch

Me? I'm like Gingy

Ghee. Just ask the muffin man

He'll tell you that the

Gum drop button is where I stand

He'll tell that the

Fun stops there, you can start a band

Get ready for the

Gun cock, Veteran shot in Nam

But it's better 'cause you're forever

The faggot who put his hand in the shredder

Don't have any cheddar copped in my fucking dacks

And these trackpants have holes

Gonna take? Have it. Have all

I don't have anything left to be jacking you asshole

You wanna fuck with me it's not worth the hassle

Of having me rip in your fucking ass two assholes

Big, bad wolf

When i go to blow your house falls

Three little piggies on their fucking back

Like 'That's all folks' 'till the next time

On the same line

You done never seen a motherfucking mind like mine

You ain't never seen a sick emcee this type or kind

Blowing your mind like a motherfucker, "my, oh my

What is his deal? How do I feel that I haven't the skill

To match this motherfucker every rap he spills

Is sick as fuck and real." I'll never stop this still

To the day that I die you'll never see me pop no pill

Cause I'm ill without 'em, forever gonna rock this field

Of hip hop 'cause it's better than any good drug you deal

At the corner store

It's an assortment of adrenaline and hormones

Flooding my body

Chemical reactions that I forego

A catalyst to the pain

In my brain I'm rapping in morsecode

A fucking assassin in this modern rap shit

I'm the warzone

It's what I do

This is what I just know how to do

I don't know anything else and I'm flat broke

What I do

I'll give you a clue about

What's going on in my head

In fact, I'll tell you what's going on in there instead

Is what I do

This is what I just know how to do

I don't know anything else and I'm flat broke

What I do

I'll give you a clue about

What's going on in my head

In fact, I'll tell you what's going on in there instead

Is what I do