I'm not the illest G on these streets of Compton,
But I'm not no queer who you think is soft and,
They say I'm frontin' for trying to bust freestyle,
Though, I always win, take it home and say peace out,
At times I wanna say that to this Rapping dream,
And people clapping me, I must be napping B,
After all, Hip-Hop is for the fellow black man,
Not for the little Eminem loving wack Stan,
Listen at X speak, on a producer's best beat,
Why wish the worst for me, and try to hex me,
But soon enough they'll learn to respect me,
When they finally let me blow up like 'Jet' Li,
Sadly, respect you've gained when you kill,
Yet, people ask me why I look so blue and still,
I'm not from no motherfucking ghetto hood,
So these fuckers wanna think that I'm no good,
(Chorus/Hook) [Sung]
When will you finally,
Learn to respect me,
And why select me,
In time you will see,
X with no sympathy,
Crazed on his ecstacy,
Don't be next to me,
If you don't respect me,
Never ever before thought of the inhaling of crack,
But if I don't my rhymes are all stale and wack,
This brings in demons, rage and stiff anger,
So endless like the bottom of a cliffhanger,
Can't wait until the day that I get my first gun,
At first, I might just start to burst for fun,
But if you get my demons to be released,
Bodies all bloodied will leave me pleased,
Men deceased, people say X be diseased,
But my mercy really can't be increased,
Like my incredible, technical rap ability,
And like my subject matter adaptability,
So, how can all these damn people doubt me,
Why can't they all just applaud me loudly,
Light-skinned amateur with a big mouth,
Maybe I'll leave this place and dig south,
(Chorus/Hook) [Sung]
When will you finally,
Learn to respect me,
And why select me,
In time you will see,
X with no sympathy,
Crazed on his ecstacy,
Don't be next to me,
If you don't respect me,
[Insert 8 lined 3rd Verse here]
I'll finish later....unless someone is up for a mini-collab
