'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, You feel weak, And when you feel weak, You feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you, You gotta find that inner strength And just pull that shit out of you And get that motivation to not give up And not be a quitter, No matter how bad you wanna just Fall flat on your face And collapse.
'Till I collapse I'm spilling these raps Long as you feelin' 'em Till the day that I drop You'll never say that I'm not killing 'em 'Cause when I am not Then I'ma stop pinning 'em And I am not hip-hop And I'm just not Eminem. Subliminal thoughts When I'm stop Sending them women are caught In webs spin and hock venom Adrenaline shots Of penicillin could not Get the illing to stop. Amoxacillin is just not real enough. The criminal cop Killing hip-hop Filling a minimal swap To cop millions of Pac listeners. You're coming with me, Feel it or not You're gonna fear it Like I showed you The spirit of god lives in us. You hear it a lot, Lyrics that shock Is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up. For shizzel my wizzel This is the plot Listen up you bizzels forgot Slizzel does not give a fuck.
'Till the roof comes off, 'Till the lights go out 'Till my legs give out, Can't shut my mouth. 'Till the smoke clears out. Am I high? Perhaps. I'ma rip this shit, 'Till my bones collapse. (X2)
Music is like magic, There's a certain feeling you get, When you're real And you spit And people are feeling your shit. This is your moment And every single minute you spend Trying to hold onto it 'Cause you may never get it again. So while you're in it Try to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over
Just admit when it's at its end. 'Cause I'm at the end of my wits With half this shit that gets in. I got a list Here's the order of my list that it's in. It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me. But in this industry I'm the cause Of a lot of envy, So when I'm not put on this list The shit does not offend me. That's why you see me walk around Like nothing's bothering me. Even though half you people got a Fucking problem with me. You hate it but you know respect You've got to give me The press's wet dream Like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.
'Till the roof comes off, 'Till the lights go out 'Till my legs give out, Can't shut my mouth. 'Till the smoke clears out. Am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'Till my bones collapse. (X2)
Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC's heart What is he thinking? How not to go against me? Smart. And it's absurd How people hang on every word. I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve But I'll never be served My spot is forever reserved If I ever leave earth That would be the death of me first. 'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse. That's why I'm clever When I put together every verse. My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack Like I'm Kim Mathers. But I don't want to Go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back And bomb some rappers. So this is like a full blown attack I'm launching at them The track is on some Battling raps who want some static 'Cause I don't really think that the fact That I'm Slim matters A plaque of platinum status is whack If I'm not the baddest. So...
Till the roof comes off, 'Till the lights go out 'Till my legs give out, Can't shut my mouth. 'Till the smoke clears out. Am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'Till my bones collapse (X2)
Until the roof. The roof comes off. Until my legs, Give out from underneath me I will not fall, I will stand tall, Feels like no one can beat me.
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