Paradox

I'm in competition with my damn self And not rappin for my damn health I'm not Stan I don't send fan mail But I'm standin here in the South Paw Coming in so unorthodox Zo the Scholar is like an outlaw Standin here wit a pair of glocks They'll send yo ass into a paradox Blowin smoke nigga takin shots Middle finger to yo fuckin thoughts Big bag nigga fuck the cost I'm on a island, but I'm not lost I'm in paradise smokin on pineapple sauce Off the grid like Randy Moss on a Viking ship in the misty fog With a battle axe and a chain saw Man I'm off the wall like some street art I be in the streets like a wolf, dawg Up late nigga never sleep cuz I'm workin hard Can't you see the fuckin progress Don't you know I'm the pilot Kamikaze startin riots Paparazzi tryin to buy it (With a camera lens) In the bushes, man why you hidin Zo the Scholar gotta double down Niggas mad they can't buy in Can't bring me down but they be tryin I can pack a punch like Hawaiin You can't top this why you lyin I'm goin off, top speed Man I'm flyin Top views over the horizon Baby girl so arousin Had to put down some towels cuz I'm goin deep times a thousand Had to come up, to stop myself from drownin' Damn man I'm in paradox Shifting off to a paradigm If you watch the clock Like a dozen times You gon find yourself in the same spot Just at a different times If you didn't get it Ya mom n dad was probably cousins son Talkin' shit Rapaport, if I give less, its a fuck ton So come here girl and suck some fuckin anthrax Thought you might like the taste of that Just stating facts I'm too hot like the exhaust tips on thunder cat (Ugh) I'm just stating facts I'm just stating facts Come here girl and suck some fuckin anthrax Thought you might like the taste of that (Ugh) Thats so fuckin rude, thats so rude What the... that's a rude ass nigga Thats one rude muthafucka Come here girl and suck some fuckin anthrax Thought you might like the taste of that Talkin shit...