Critical Thinking lyrics

[Intro]
(coughing)
What you know about that?
I'm smokin' on that good, n*gga
sh*t hurt
Uh

[Verse]
Check my resumé
I need the bills like Bellamy
And you can't even stand up to my pedigree
My favorite rapper said, "Check out my melody"
I'm rockin' gold like I bought it in the 70s
I do my thing, you could say my name ring bells
'Cause I'm a mastermind when it come to craftin' spells
They asked me where I'm at, I'm in the lab, still
I hit 'em hard, you gon' need a Advil
I could rock the mic nonstop
Every time, I dump another MC in a pine box
One step and one day at a time
In the jungle where's I wrote most of my rhymes
Man, I'm one bad son of a gun
Load up a gun with a drum that's a hundred and one
You never been righteous, and you been a liar
Empty a clip, you evacuate from missile fire
Huh, I swear I'm hip-hop's best yet
Dumped a hundred tapes and I ain't break a sweat
On any type of beat, I can get vicious
To f*ck with me, you rappin' n*ggas gon' need nutrition
Lil' n*ggas actin' like they hammerproof
I hunt my prey down, then I let the hammer loose
Swaggin' like I was Big Meech and them
While you n*ggas braggin' over [?]
I already bagged her, you can have her, ain't no leech in him
I will never stagger, ain't no lackin', no impeachin' him
And when I leave the game, it won't be the same
Goin' against the grain, workin' on my sniper aim
I'm a menace to society, n*gga
So many ways to die, it's a variety, n*gga
Respect your elders, that's that fetal piety, n*gga
Smack you in your mouth, don't ever lie to me, n*gga
The joy of life is like music to our hearts
Man, don't ever let the reaper catch you after dark
Stay on point, 'cause grimy n*ggas will smoke you at the park
Stay on point, 'cause grimy n*ggas is shootin' off the charts
[Outro]
Uh
Tha f*ckin' God, man
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Real sh*t