Mr. Sleeves

It`s something that you can`t deny cuz I feel.
The more I feel, the more i make u believe
Ain`t nothing yet, I got some more on my sleeve

So be warned
I quess it`s on
Shit ain`t wrong
Feel my phon (unit of loudness)

Approximatly twenty years from now I still be rocking some shit whom are beyond all your vows.
I`m pavin on with this path on yo left, I see you try te keep up, but I took your breath.
So many have bin waiting on this so view have tried and still got dismissed, you might consider this provocation aint nothing like that, this aint inflated, shit is levitated; sophisticated so creative.
So many masturbated when they heared for the first time and now they tape it.
It`s time yall bigga`s face aint nothing but the muze that I confiscated
So this one is dedicated to all you nonbelievers that just love to hate me, so take it.

It`s something that you can`t deny cuz I feel.
The more I feel, the more i make u believe
Ain`t nothing yet, I got some more on my sleeve

U played it on my lecture, but forgot to see the whole perspective, so whom you rejected is the next inline, the first one to be elected.
Shit is manufactured with love, to hot too handle and to refined to dodge.
So where yall be hanging out is way to crowded, so i`m take some risk no doubt about it.
My shit is bounded for life, where yall surface I`ll take my chances and dive deep.
Cuz I don`t wanne hang in no backpackke kiddy leguea and sleep.
So please do get me wrond keep talking about the past and where it all began.
So I`ll just move and cruz along while yall keep nagging about the same old song, so long

I`ll bet u that my shit will go down
Right there in memorylane and that`s where it will haunt
You and yours for the rest of your lifes and yall be thinking about your (selfinflicted) purist haven twice
I rolled some dice, took some risks, payed my prize and still (I) drop my shit and that`s regardless what yall think of it
There ye go I salute u. another classic

Well you know my shit aint overrated
But do dwell in ye self inflicted purist haven
I wont tell ye girl about you claiming I`m wrong, I move on, I groove on, I rock on (Let`s get it on)