Call It What It Is

Call it what it is

Known to be super vicious when picking up the pen as I

Lucidly layer this lyrical marinade

Shaking up the party got me feeling so hot

But I won't lie behind the curtain I been

Swinging at the end of my rope my minds a strange fruit

See the enemy slithering in a constant loop

If I could speak freely for just a minute, I would clean out my closet

Like Marshall Mathers wonder what really matters

I get tired of being disciplined

Holding back my wrath for some niggas, who'd probably spit in my face

Think it's time I cut loose