[Intro: Feven (RZA)]
Stressed out in an exclusive
(This is a Wu-Tang International world premiere, bodododododo)
Oh my God, I think I`m a havin` a rap attack
[Feven]
Go ahead and call me suburban slums of the chick
Though you don`t know shit about me
Black refugee, twelve`ll automatically
Shit is funny, the way you think I`m on ya money
Seein` mathematics, you think I`m makin` stacks, son
After I eat, the release hit, the more mouthes to feed
Back in Ave., countin` my gift to Gap
No shame in holdin` CREAM, but it ain`t what it seems
And now I know how ya`ll hate when niggas make the greens, nawhatimean?
See ya eyes bleedin` and envy Allah in Sweden
Britain Bahamans beemin` hatin` on my achievements, schemin`
And turbans, try to cause turbulence
And my essence, can`t none of that shit touch my maintenance
Niggas all bling, bling, don`t know how to handle the thing
It`s not about how much ya earn, it`s how you spend
And I choose life, before any God damn rights
Steppin` on some Satan shit, but I only fear twice
[Chorus 2X: Feven]
You on some hostile negative vibes
Negative lies, the style only makes me rise
To the top, mind states it and makes me wise
I`ma keep a step ahead and mesmurize
[Feven]
Growin` up I feel like an old soul trapped in a child`s body
Mad strain on my brain but I kept most inside of me
Peeps tried to lock me out like, yeah, fun, it`s for more
For sure, was a quiet type and inside a drawer
Straight outta war, couldn`t ignore, scenes I was seein`
Quicker human being, part of Fam, by RZA, one would kill him
Couldn`t feel him, period, had to get articulate
To express the mess, pen and paper and got blessed
Unless, I make my path straight, when I came, I ate
I be on some other shit, on the news front page
A heart filled wit rage, feel the pain after pain
Converted shit to positive things, I project on stage
Now they wanna hate on my shine, hate on my kind
Byut I know it`s envy kid, I feel in my spine
Ain`t nothing ya`ll can say or do, to make me change my point of view
You better change ya attitude or I`mma get this bitch, son
[Chorus 2X]
[Interlude: RZA (Feven)]
This is a Wu-Tang International world premiere
(Oh my God, I think I`m havin` a rap attack)
[Feven]
My crouching tiger, gotta go hard, but still a fighter
Survivor, ya`ll can keep yappin` on the cypher
I`m tighter, the son got problems facin` the facts
I`m killin` tracks, do ya own things, pick up ya acts
Matter of fact, if this is for ya`ll to keep in mind
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[RZA]
And sure ya on lead, whether ya hit this bleed
RZA ger dig дkta grejer (RZA gives you the real stuff)
[Feven]
If you ain`t been through shit, how can ya know shit?
If you talk that shit, if ya get ya bones split
I been bitin` my tongue, every time I heard somethin`
But now it`s on, and keep in mind where I`m from
[Chorus 2X]
