Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko - Self Preservation lyrics

I'm a bread winner, you wanna make a fortune?
Place all your money on the
Black and on the red, nigga
This ain't a gamble, it's a promise
I'm a head splitter
Y'all been sleepin' on me, now it's
Time to shake the bed, nigga
And wake 'em up to the way the Midwest
Spit the cold, Theraflu
But I'm not Kanye West dissin'
Kansas City (Stand up)
Who ever laughed sittin'? (Good)
Now you all can see the heart
Of where the fans livin'
Killer City, Misery
Don't desire your company
I got it all covered unless you're
Comin' to fuck with me
Tech N9ne rich and everybody along with me
Deuce click, nigga
I got the town up under me
Whole 'nother chief
I politic for the streets
Black Gold leakin'
It's prominent to this peak
Dominance for the weak
Who's eager for me to speed
My people into an all-star lane
And take the lead, nigga

I am the last of a dying breed
Live by one code that some gon' heed
Get rich or die tryin' so I don't sleep
So cold in these streets I'm Kelvin

Pac reincarnated, y'all made it
(Wait a minute)
Y'all didn't make shit because
The Lord gave me
Soul in the mouth to deliver
Out to all waitin' for a new arrival, what
Consider me a tall fable
Standin' in the light, I got 'em all shakin'
"Why they have to bring this nigga
Out" is what they're all sayin'
Strange Music nightly shinin' armor
Sent me off slayin'
Every coward nigga in the business
With a false stance
Hope you made a livin' off your corny hoax
Man (All of y'all comedians) Cause
Lyrically your whole stand-up
It's a joke, you should know that the Sandman
Need to put the cane to your
Throat and do the jig dance
Cause the gig's up, I wish you big luck
Hope it was time that were
Spent instead of big bucks
I'm old-school like Atari when I Dig Dug
Graves for you non-valid rappers
In this business

I'm a beat eater, your regular street figure
But with that heroin flow
I'm an elite speaker
I leave the streets tweakin'
Addicted with G fever
The kind that come every now and
Then like a leap year now they bleed clear
Y'all can rest in peace here
Something like a God that's eternal
Like a Greek myth
Flowin' out your radio into them sweet ears
I don't have to tell you that
It's no longer a secret
The gloves is off an y'all got a weak chin
How many niggas gettin' jawed
For the beatin'? (brawl)
My defense (awesome) unique spit
Leave a nigga shittin' in his
Drawers from defeat then
Compete with anybody relevant
If anybody know of anybody you
Can tell 'em this
Black Gold up for keeps and
I ain't sellin' shit
But, if they bad enough then come and
Lick it off a Melvin stick