Popular Demand

Its Hirst/hearse verses and
Murakami/murder coming rhyming
All my raps is (superflat), all your raps is super wack
Tell him that the futures back,
DeLorean rolling down the block
You can call it shooting craps, and my roof is back
And my wings is up
Kingda Ka without
Kahlua, so you aint got to pour the king a cup
Young Yakuza but, none of my fingers cut
So I can still sip
Red Zinger with my pinkies up
Made/maid man, you can call this cleaning up
Im OCD, I never think its clean enough
Thats what defines me,
I never think its mean enough
Lines deeper than those waiting on a sneaker, cuz
You gone need two heads like the
King of Clubs just to figure out the meaning of
Im just achieving buzz so stay out of son/sun way like youre drinking blood
This is what it feels like to be in love
I mean come on,
I mean look at what
Im dropping here
Do this for the block and the blogosphere
No, you aint ready for the heavy, so
Ill keep it light as jogging gear
I dont want the throne,
I want the helicopter rocking chair
Jay gave me a co-sign like
I was Roca
Wear, but be clear
Im not the air/heir
Im the water, fire and the earth
That means
Im doing dirt, spitting flames and quenching thirst
And plus the real
God has been on my side since birth
I hope that he forgives me,
I hope I do his work in every single verse
Now I might do a dance,
I might even jerk, tell them niggas dont hate
Only God is great,
Enemy Of The
State