So many burns,
Come from my words like throwin' curves.
So much I
Catch stern looks from the crowd,
Beams of their concern
For the
groups of young rappers that pray I don't return.
I have an eye for this thing
See fears in their minds
That my pot might be starting to stir.
There is no bubble bubble when I boil the trouble.
Its just an explosion of flavor
From the stove
Puts the game in my favor
Its a lot you should savor.
I wont let you all abuse it.
When you know you have the talent you use it.
I keep mine on a key chain so ill never lose it.