Where is your inspiration? You lost it, oh so long ago So much for innovation I saw this coming long before You had no motivation Your hopes are high
hypocritical a bleeding heart liberal i'm an alien dressed like gideon i'm a malcontent a thorough modern idiot watch me as i fall i am humble i am vain what motivates
gone soft for the ratings I'll take you up to the top Of the dirtiest derelict block And then throw you over the railings And the only motive was hatred
I heard you say you?ve lost your faith And hope for the generations And all of your good deeds don?t pay And you don?t get no appreciation Said you don
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses For the trivial things and the pain life induces Bitches are wild and so was I, young and stupid It
island Took the whip to the other side of Jamaica Seen how he was livin', said "I gotta get my weight up" Formulated my plan, motivated by dreams Parlayed wit' my mans, motivated
close The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul Nowadays it's like I'm scared to be known The methods of my motivation is completely
I'm payin' the price now, 'cause it cost to shine Look into the eyes of this nigga before you judge him And whoever thought that I lost it done lost his
a murderer stomping ground With one less witness gunned down in the staircase Who had led his crew but he was moving at a snail's pace Many suspects, many possible motives
i be thinkin its the wrong word And ima gangsta rapper, not a song bird Get money, touch honeys, wut im born for Since i lost ya, or u lost me, i been
cause you wanted to spit in my face It was up up up and away for you I hate this, I was real so why fake shit? You lost her, so go fuck them bitches on
On the grass with a 50 caliber weapon Hangin' up over the door of the chev and causin' slaughter Sid's malt liquor be that motive when I be loaded off
lately I just wanna say rest in peace to Aaliyah Rest in peace to Left Eye, rest in peace to Jam Master Jay And everybody lost in the Twin Towers And everybody lost
and my dogs we known to ride Gotta watch my back represent for the soldier Die couple years older have boulders, a lil' soda Get rich with a motive
Comin wit the glock, bustin off thunderous shit Number one hit, still throw blows to get Up in your tentacles, turn you into vegetables [chorus 2x: swan] We heavy weighters, crowd motivators
My brother Shaka would have wanted me to do it like this So raise the glasses for all the lost ones in your life Dilla dawg and master wow, what up with
my eyes Take me away to paradise I'm so damn bored I'm going blind And I smell like shit I got no motivation Where is my motivation? No time for the motivation