Hustle & Flow (feat. Chino XL)

Level check one, two, one, two

(Joka Beatz production)

(We're here, son!)

Louisville, Kentucky, (back to everybody)

Hardcore Louisville (yeah)

When I'm shopping for writing equipment and I'm crossing the aisle

Pen shots are in a position to be chosen by me as I'm walking by me

It is a far cry for the small child with a false smile

That implored the God to please save me

From my wicked mom and vindictive, sadistic stepfather (save me)

I grew up in a vile trauma, threw up and vomited by Hell

Often violent, off in silent mourning

My life was like a horribly Vietnam War's torture

My words become soiled, solid, awkward, armored

Poisoned, product ink form, a drama starter

I shoot for the moon just to watch it bleed out stardust

I'm the most honest artist

I once loaded a cartridge and felt it explode in my forehead

But somehow missed the dreaded death process

I walked out of the wretched suicide forest

Stronger than any illegal Colombian in the harvest

We're all female fans of the narcissistic rock guitarist

The letdowns of my life hobbled me

Pathetic rivalries, ugly haters, mockery

Constantly honoring, won't honor me

Mad because they lost the aesthetic genetic lottery

Embedded in my astronomy

Autonomy, fight of the deadliest apocalypse

Valkyrie, angrily, obstructive, call the cavalry

What the fuck? I am the cavalry

While you're practicing what the world preaches

Every sermon making me the man of your girl's dreams

Genetical black pearl sings, betrayal shaking, the audible tactical retreats

Submersible 800 feet deep, crashing on the barrier reef

Bring malaria to the area of the beach

I spit it acid with an ax for the new ass

And it's habit, it's my vocabulary, it's anti-antique

I'm a savage that happens to ride in a stone tavern

That can't be folded or creased

Flow cohesive speech, native phonetic fiction

That is a mixture of sitting bull and cold cheese

Hybrid in peace, that at the very least makes sure

That your intake of oxygen permanently decreases

If there's a problem

Have everyone you're involved with dissolve it in liquid bleach

I see scriptures that I'm a ticket as I make the Bible shallow

I'm like a medieval artist in creating masterpieces inside of an ivory tower

Platinum cowards, you're all successful

You ain't even write them rhymes

It's ironic that you made it but didn't make it at the same time

Who's better than you, man?

Who's better than you?

Yeah, (yeah)

Tryna tell these **** man for real

It ain't no slowing down (slowing down)

It's crazy (how)