[Chorus 3x:]
The whole world lookin' at me
Watching and waiting to see
If I fulfill my destiny

The whole world lookin' at me
Uh, my interruption cause a major concussion
Dome piece swollen son you need a cup of Buffering
Peep my post reduction, hey
Follow my instruction
Bounce back my repercussion
Cause mass destruction
Fuck around strain ya til ya plan malfunction
Sit ya ass down, hey
Bouncing out ta Flushing
Check extra P by the boom weed from a Russian
I remember when I used ta rhyme for extra nothing
I got so much ta offer every time I tell you something
I'ma bout ta drop it, you could never stop it
Let me quickly chop it
Still a lot of niggas analyze before profits
The rhyme at new gossip
Hold your head and shoulders yo I roll with evil holders
Dealing with the facts, I hold the silence in the folders
Did you know how to knock it from concussion into comas
Test shit, I pull your valve from out your breast kid
Mess with, shit like this after God blessed it

[Chorus: x2]

The whole world lookin' at me
Uh, I'm bout to cause chaos steady busting ya bra's
Which to witch craft, my chemistry what ya say os
Fuck the bullshit
Living in the zone of my renaissance
My squad stay forming like the Muslims down in Dames
Split ya fucking frame like we raisin splitting cigars
I be working wonders
My squad forming numbers
Christopher Columbus
Discover how you speed out swelling like you cumbus
My name be rolling thunders
My degrees multiply the heat more this summer
My flows got so much rhythm, substitute the drummer
Yo fuck that, focusing about the front runner
Who you think you is
You better stay protected
Walking out the door, making sure you rock the double breast kid
Fucking with them devils, watch your soul get recollected
Motherfucking shame when you die disrespected
Every bitch nigga in the world should be arrested
Beat with many strikes until their train of thought is redirected
The world has been corrected
God has been elected
The squad has come to rule us with the jewels manifested
Extreme my thought process on every record
Blow the spots to pieces bounce without a clue right through the exit

[Chorus: x5]

The whole world lookin' at me

Writer : SMITH, TREVOR / SPIVEY, GEORGE
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.