In my mind I`m a fighter, my heart`s a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter
But arsenic writer, often with arthritis
Carpel-tunnel, Marshal with start s**titis

Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and pig-headed
Dick-headed a brick, a big headache I`m sick
Quick with it for every lyric spit it
There are 6 critics who wait, for me to slip with it

So quit this dynamite stick, bury the wick
It`s gonna explode any minute, someone will tick
Lit it and its not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling
When I stop selling I`ll quit so, stop dwelling

I am not failing, you f**kers are not ready
`Cuz I got jelly, like jizzin on your pot belly
This is destiny, yes money, I`m off running, so get off of me
I`m not slowing the softening

No apologies, nah suckers I`m not sorry
You can all sue me, y`all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y`all feeling the force of me
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me

No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all
Till I get a call that God`s coming
No apologies, laugh f**kers, it`s all funny
I can spit in your face while you`re standing across from me
No apologies

My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow
I can`t sleep, a pain so deep it bellows
But these cellos, help just to keep me mellow
Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows

I`m hunched over, emotion just flows over
These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don`t know me
I keep saying it, I can`t stress it enough
So keep playing it and stand next to the subs

I choke mics like affixation
When I`m strangling my own throat masturbating
F**k yeah, I`m a basket case
And I mastered this rap s**t till my ass gets wasted

Till my assassination
Till I`m slain `cuz of some f**s infatuation
.44 Mag`s fascination
A taste for disaster and if that`s the case then

No apologies, nah suckers I`m not sorry
You can all sue me, y`all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y`all feeling the force of me
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me

No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all
Till I get a call that God`s coming
No apologies, laugh f**kers it`s all funny
I could spit in your face while you`re standing across from me
No apologies

This song isn`t for you it`s for me
A true MC, it`s what I do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered
He`s able to spill raps long after he`s killed that`s a

Real MC got you feeling me
Whether willing or unwillingly, you still agree
As long as there`s still this hunger, and will in me
Then expect a longer life expectancy

I`d be a savage beast
If I ain`t had this outlet to salvage me
Inside, I`d be exploding soaked in self loathing
And mourning so I`m warning you don`t coax me

It`s silly, but really its sheep in wolves clothing
Who only reacts when he gets pushed don`t we
Fool, the press blows up this whole thing
It`s stupid, they don`t know` cuz they don`t see

That I`m wounded, all they did was ballooned it
I`m sick of talking bout these tattoos cartoon did
That`s why I tuned it out I`m sick of duking
They can suck my dick while I`m puking, and you too you can

Expect no sympathy from me
I`m an MC, this is how I`m supposed to be
Cold as a G, my heart`s frozen it don`t even beat
So expect no apologies

Expect no sympathy from me
I`m an MC, this is how I`m supposed to be
Cold as a G, my heart`s frozen it don`t even beat
So expect no apologies