These Three Words - Ransom

Sweet and simple

These three words

Sweet and simple

These three words

Greatest rapper alive’s what I’m destined to be

I would never understand why they questionin' me

Ask me if I’m the best, I tell 'em definitely, the best I can be

And I do it consecutively

Talkin' to Jay, told me I should be next on that list

That nigga Nas, said it can’t get much better than this

You thinkin' follows and likes’ll make a record a hit

You thinkin' bottles on ice’ll get respect for ya shit

Before Biggie was killin' 'em with them raw flows

Before Bone was meetin' us at Tha Crossroads

Before Suge was showin' out at award shows

I was breakin' night, tryin' to make it, only the Lord knows

This ain’t a feelin' I’m tryin' to force, bro

It’s just a feelin' I can’t ignore, yo

Remember them 5 mics at The Source though?

I been a legend before they took me to court though

Since day one I been givin' you all I had

Since buttin' heads with Joe and freestylin' with Fab

Since breakin' up with Hitch and sellin' drugs on the Ave

I fell in love with the craft, a felon thug with a past

At last, everything that I worked hard for

Is worth more than what’s sittin' in my garage door

Is worth more than a verse that I had to charge for

I went from hardcore to the greatest art form

Notice the skills that I demonstrated

And changed the minds of the biggest haters

My friends said, «Don't forget us when you get big and famous»

I said, «Would you remember me if I didn’t make it?»

These three words I would die for

Greatest rapper alive is what I strive for

While others chase the money, bitches and limelight

I’m in the studio makin' sure every rhyme tight

Verse here, 'nother verse there

A crazy metaphor that I dropped on the 3rd snare

I’m tryin' to get it right, makin' sure that the words clear

'Cause, if they don’t get it, I swear is my worse fear

Yeah, I know it seem simple

The mind is so sacred, I’m holdin' onto my temple

And I can see the hatred you holdin' onto is mental

You people gotta face it, I’m lacin' this instrumental

Block, let it breathe on 'em

God bless 'em, but I ain’t sneeze on 'em

How you measure them three words?

Greatest rapper alive, you think I never deserved?

Yeah, let’s go, how you measure them three words?

Greatest rapper alive, this nigga must got some nerve

These three words

Sweet and simple

These three words

Short and kind