13th Floor / Growing Old

Conceive true deception multiply it a million fold
 Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense
 That we get 'em confused
 The resident evil specialize in misconstruin'
 We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
 Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
 By not bein' ourselves
 We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
 Nimrod by the time we 40 'cause we can't get off meat
 While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
 Look at the picture that's painted
 Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point
 Where Sodomites get all the rights
 We fall for fights with fisticuffs
 Get pissed enough to miss the bus
 It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
 I say stand upon this section of time marked Revelations
 And recognize this mind-numbin' reality of horror
 Known as mankind
 Jesus and his 12 disciples make 13
 A righteous number of righteous men
 Even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
 The Devil say the end is the beginnin'
 They teach that we were the product of incest
 Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics
 Stand with us and don't look back upon it
 Just face this mindstate
 Otherwise Babylon
 Like memories of yesterday
 '96 gon' be that year
 '96 gon' be that year
 '96 gon' be that year
 '96 gon' be that year
 I bet you never heard of a player with no game
 Told the truth to get what I want, but shot it with no shame
 Take this music dead serious while others entertain
 I see they makin' they paper so I guess I can't complain
 Or can I? I feel they disrespectin' the whole thang
 Them hooks like sellin' dope to black folks
 And I choke when the food they servin' ain't tastin' right
 My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
 I'm confessin' one more lesson from the South, we in the house tonight
 Now hootie who wants tge.
 Thirteen muthafuckin years!
 Bow, when I hold the microphone and hold it
 Keepin me rappin until I hoarse and swollen
 Thirteen years and rollin
 I rate colder than coldest
 Gettin part of this, niggas don't want no more of this
 Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
 Slap a nigga that style sound some like mine
 Mad enough you screamin "It AIN'T!"
 (This line whispered, can't hear)
 You be pissin me off some the time, take you down one at a time
 I'ma be known for fuckin over your whole album
 Who want my rhyme?
 Keep decling, I'ma keep climbing
 Keep duckin, I'ma keep buckin
 Keepin heat seekin rhymes comin to get you bitches off me
 Disrespectors cow sled, (.?.)
 Hard to break, if it comes that way
 It took me thirteen muthafuckin years just to make a tape
 But that don't mean that my rhymes one of the strongest
 All I know I been tryin to make it for the fuckin longest
 Fuck the side of all this, long as you done it
 When I done it, gettin blunted bout to run this bitch
 Takin them riders down with me, clown with me
 Leave thirteen in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em
 Thirteen muthafuckin years!
 I know what to do to knock your stupid ass
 So bad you ain't no challenge.
 Thirteen muthafuckin years!
 This ain't no fluke, this pure deep talent.
 Nigga go pass the vibe, dividin mad this year
 Creative catastrophy, leave MCs in closed caskets
 Hit ya like full metal jackets, cut like hatchets
 Tight as ratchets, and burn like matches
 Thick than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
 Droppin like the temperature in December
 Clippin em, tippin em, been writin raps far back as I can remember
 Fulla them rocks, everybody move key
 It was ghetto Djs and sucka MCs
 Handle your buisness in this industry of competition
 Or be at F.W. Bulls washin dishes
 Bitch I was born to write million dollar rhymes
 Battle in the hallways of Cohen back in 85
 86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and made my first demo tape
 We dropped some real shit in the basement
 I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps like pavement
 To come from New Orleans made it hard to surface
 That's when I got discouraged and joined the service
 Pissed of and I (?) before long
 I went to war and served federal time before I made it back home
 No more rips in my jeans and gettin my cream
 Ain't shit unlucky about my number thirteen
 Thirteen muthafuckin years!
 I know what to do to knock your stupid ass
 So bad you ain't no challenge.
 Thirteen muthafuckin years!
 This ain't no fluke, this pure deep talent.
 Thirteen muthafuckin years!
 I know what to do to knock your stupid ass
 So bad you ain't no challenge.
 Thirteen muthafuckin years!
 I hit the bitch like BOSH! Owwwwww!
 Never gon bounce could rap and doin time before I bow
 How in the fuck you like me right now
 Told your ass she had said I'd be on top of the pile
 Cause my rap style is my hustle
 I shot niggas up like Muslims
 With the flex like muscle
 Use a, pretty delievery cause it's most important
 I form a style sharp enough to cut straight through the bones
 I came from my welts, gave up my belt
 I got off from Big Boy records to put my single on the shelf, now
 Do I do it? Fuckin right I did it
 Shoulda seen the little chir'en in the street singin I'm Not That Nigga
 Size ain't nothin nigga, I'm short
 Shockin nigga, raah!
 They gave me five hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my jobs
 Fuck em, got some other shit to do from nine to five
 My birthday came, and my sister died
 But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal with Jive
 This shit thats tragic can't be no more
 Because of my rings I work at A&P no more
 I drive my landcruiser off the show floor
 Got the time to time to feel pain, sittin on Volvos
 Comin with scheme, up in my dream
 Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No Limit soldier
 By the end of that thirteen
 Thirteen manic muthfuckin years!
 2025-10-25 04:18:12