No Apologies (Album Version Explicit)

In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right
up, an arsenic writer, Arthur with arthritis Carpal tunnel, Marshall with star shititis
Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed Dick headed, a brick, a big headache
I'm sick, quick with it for every lyric spitted There are six critics who wait for me to slip
with it So quick, it's dynamite, stick, parry the wick It's gonna explode any minute
So I'm gonna tick, lit it, and it's not Nelly Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling
I'll quit so, stop dwelling, I'm not felling You fuckers are not ready, cause I got jelly
Potbelly, this is destiny, yes money I'm off running, so get off of me
I'm not slowing, I'm softening, no apologies Nah suckers, I'm not sorry, you can all sue me
Y'all could be the cause of me, no apologies Y'all feeling the force of me, no remorse for me
Like there was no recourse for me, no apologies Not even acknowledging you at all
Till I get a call that God's coming, no apologies Laugh fuckers, it's all funny
I can spit in your face, while you're standing across from me, no apologies
My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows
But these cellos, help just to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows
I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me
I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough So keep playing it, stand next to subs
I choke mics like asphyxiation When I'm strangling my own throat, masturbating
Fuck yeah, I'm a basket case and I master this rap shit
Till my ass gets wasted, till my assassination Till I'm slamming cause of some fags infatuation
44 mags, a fascination, a taste for disaster And if that's the case, then no apologies
Nah suckers, I'm not sorry, you can all sue me Y'all could be the cause of me, no apologies
Y'all feeling the force of me, no remorse for me Like there was no recourse for me, no apologies
I'm not even acknowledging you at all Till I get a call that God's coming, no apologies
Laugh fuckers, it's all funny, I could spit in your face While you're standing across from me, no apologies
The song isn't for you, it's for me, a true MC It's what I do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered, he's able to spill raps Long after he's killed, that's a real MC
Got you feeling me, whether willing or unwillingly You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger
And willing me, then expect a longer life expectancy I'd be a savage beast if I ain't had this outlet
To salvage me, inside I'd be exploding Soaked in self-loathing and mourning
So I'm warning you, don't coax me, it's silly I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing
Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be fooled The press blows up this whole thing, it's stupid
They don't know cause they don't see that I'm wounded All they did was ballooned it
I'm sick of talking like these tattoos cartooned it That's why I tuned it out
I'm sick of duking, making suck my dick while I'm puking And you too, you can
Expect no sympathy from me, I'm an MC This is how I'm supposed to be, cold as a G
My heart's frozen, it don't even beat So expect no apologies
Expect no sympathy from me, I'm an MC This is how I'm supposed to be, cold as a G
My heart's frozen, it don't even beat So expect no apologies