It Never Ends (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Nasir Jones/Daniel Alan Maman/Colin Gibson/Kenny Craddock

Composed by：Nasir Jones/Daniel Alan Maman/Colin Gibson/Kenny Craddock

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 that 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 s**t never ends

Rest in peace to BI the s**t never ends never ends

BIG s**t

I got seven mac-11s about eight 38s

Nine 9s ten mac-10s

The s**t never ends never ends

The world's going crazy

This s**t 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 s**t never ends

The world's out war the s**t never ends never ends

Everybody packin'

I got seven mac-11s about eight 38s

Nine 9s ten mac-10s

The s**t never ends never ends

It never ends

The s**t 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'

N***as 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