It Never Ends

Buckets like Gilligan

Still I peep reptilians in the Filligan

Blendin' in, my quintillion ton brain

Got me revealing men

Quintessential Queensbridge poet

Back to the grill again

Did songs with Chubb Rock to Chris Brown

Switch styles

Yet to see any heavyweight

Make it to this round

This that pure champion sound

I wear the crizzown

Raw, one take, I don't even need a mixdown

Demure, not docile, volatile, I kick down

Amphibians, reptiles who make that hiss sound

They eyes change color

Their pupils start to slit down

When I take cover, and I let off a fifth round

I got seven MAC-11s, about eight 38s

Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends

Rest in peace to B.I., the shit never ends

B.I.G. shit

I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s

Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s

The shit never ends (Never ends, never ends)

The world's going crazy

This shit never ends (Never ends, never ends)

Stop waiting for the hood to 'preciate ya

Whoever gets love in the hood

He's a freak of nature

When I said I wasn't mainstream, lames scream

What does he mean?

Who does he think he is?

His bank be hid, he hardly out

He still as hard as he was when he started out

We count 'em out, we count 'em in

Amongst the real, never my crown in doubt

So around my house with my wiz

Lessons I got from my friends

Do they love me for me or love me for them?

I got seven MAC-11s, about eight 38s

Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends

The world's out war, the shit never ends

Everybody packin'

I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s

Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s

The shit never ends (Never ends, never ends)

It never ends

This shit never ends (Never ends, never ends)

What will it take to end?

Can't see me moving, I'm like the fastest

I'm a 3D movie, no need of glasses

They hate it before they hear it

Clear that my perseverance

Is somethin' they can't bear

It's become apparently clear

They fear me, I'm not dying or rather

Put my ears to the blaring cop siren

Am I here or in a hot dryer?

Didn't hear all that pop-soundin'

Fakespeare, pop rhymin'

Niggas should stop lyin'

Why in a whole year

You still in the same spot trying

To change, but you not risin'?

When will somebody real tell him he not Nas-in'

Cars, you just started drivin'

I've been ridin', been made it

You and your pretend stages

I did this since windbreakers (Windbreakers)