Hyped Up Video (MV)

I'm feelin this beat, got me hyped up
This life chose me, I ain't sign up
Like an NFL game, I'm mic'd up
I was the one that they lied to
Now I'm on my rise up
They wanna see my line cut
I'm gonna be rappin till I'm in a casket
I'll spit till my time's up
I'm feelin this beat, got me hyped up
This life chose me, I ain't sign up
Like an NFL game, I'm mic'd up
I was the one that they lied to
Now I'm on my rise up
They wanna see my line cut
I'm gonna be rappin until my time's up

I'm back on my grind
They tellin me that they want me to do better in math and in science
Rappin my lines is subconscious
It's always in the back of my mind
They say that my new shit is lackin the fire
But nobody's in this bracket of mine
Until you convince me I'm actually lyin
I am the greatest rapper alive
I am the passion of Christ
My prey gonna pray to me in the black of the night
Hopin that I don't attack em with rhymes
Cause they know that I spaz on the mic
I used to be worried I wouldn't make it
The stress was too much, I couldn't take it
Once I learned that I couldn't shake it
I figured I'll rap till I die
Legend with the mic, never gonna die
Lemme do my job, yeah
Spittin like a guy with a will to fly
This kid is a god, yeah
Make it to LA, maybe to the bay
Dang I wanna flame this
Lately I'm insane, ain't no f*ckin way
To change, I'm self made

I'm feelin this beat, got me hyped up
This life chose me, I ain't sign up
Like an NFL game, I'm mic'd up
I was the one that they lied to
Now I'm on my rise up
They wanna see my line cut
I'm gonna be rappin till I'm in a casket
I'll spit till my time's up
I'm feelin this beat, got me hyped up
This life chose me, I ain't sign up
Like an NFL game, I'm mic'd up
I was the one that they lied to
Now I'm on my rise up
They wanna see my line cut
I'm gonna be rappin until my time's up

Beast with the bars, I'm gonna ether Façade
Just wait for me to get started
They're askin me when I'm releasin new songs
Then they say that I need to move on
Why don't you make up your damn mind
And stop ridin my dick all the damn time
I'm still addicted to this shit
I promise I'm never relentin or quittin
When I fall from the tip of the building
Better evacuate women and children
Y'all wanted aggressive me, I'm fulfillin your wishes
For me, to kill is an instinct
"Why be a king when you can be a god?"
The so-called "gods" wear king Louis Vuitton
You know to be the best you gotta beat the best
Well they're just beatin off
Don't need recognition to be the don
The whole world is my livin space, lebensraum
I'll love hip hop back to life
But I don't speak French like Celine Dion
Every day I swear I can hear em talk
Behind my back, switchin sides like a teeter tot
F*ck off little piece of garbage
And no, don't apologize to me tomorrow
I know I flamed it
I don't need approval from a little 8th grade gay bitch with a taped dick
In his panties, probably masturbatin
To my picture, you better quit playin
It's amazin how many people wanna see me fall
My entire family, my ex, I could keep goin on
Well guess what?
F*ck them all!