I'm Not the One Video (MV)

I'm the illest guy killing with pen, living at pen
Slit 'em throat and leave the suicide note reading as (BLANK)
F*ck making a man bleed, I'ma tear the limbs of the devil
A rare distinguishable rapper, a flare lit up and then set them (On fire)
With a barbed wire I turn into invincible leopard, and yeah, I inseminate manners
Can catch a faggot by his toe, and ask him where he's headed (Where?)
Hand me your dignity, I'm armed and dangerous
Don't be ignorant, those fingers don't work on me
I don't lie through the teeth, you, better get that I'm cold, now, ice to see you
A wise man would understand and won't fight me, don't be fool
I can predict your bag of tricks like they're disguised with see-through
If you get the signs then wave your hands, cuz you don't want the smoke
Cuz you'll get choked like Marshall Pope while he tried to freestyle his poem
Who am I to kill your flows?
Am I rhyming with a sinus? You better fix that
Place your mouth on the holes and suck my nose
You're clueless like Alicia Silverstone and her clone
Fancy topping the charts, here's the smallest ring, hope you can fit it!
(Iggy, Iggy, Iggy, can't you see? Desperation for fame has got you naked!)
While I stay on fire, staple these nails, when I am stopping your talk
Cuz I am bomb like I'm formed by Robert Oppenheimer
No benign talks, till I cause you f*ckers fear me
Can't do nothing but move your lips like Milli Vanilli
I'm the guy, no, I'm disguised
I'm just playing by your side with knives and smile like I've got nine
No, 44, I'm kickin the f*cking door
I've held my breath, cuffed my hands for so many days
You can see the tans, you can see the fangs
My-Oh-My I'm not the one, I'm the two. Why?
Jeez, how many f*cking rappers would I have to freeze? (How many?)
How many f*cking nails in the coffin would I need to impale
In order to shut your f*cking brain which will probably make you squeal?
Should I hit Supergirl in her groin, ask if she f*cking bleeds?
Nobody even dare to teach me no manners
The day that I fell off would be the last day for you too, faggot!
That was the reference to jumping from World Trade to your face
I think I should belong in a cage!
If my race is boring, I should paint my f*cking face
White, black, orange, grey, yellow, brown, pink!
So, here comes the weekend, time for me to take a revenge
Bake up my heater and take all my cleavers, grave 'em in sand
Haters are bicker and they seem to cheat on my f*cking plan
They seem to smitten it, but placidly say that it's trash
Well, they need to re-do their classes and learn the difference
Cuz I do recycle, which is still better than your new shit
(Sick sell, man!) Thanks man, I'm a savage with new f*cking tools
Grab my prey by the teeth, heat it 'fore I eat it
Bear Grylls in this bitch, you better believe it
Or fall while I push you down, you can't even "sush" me now!
You ban me 'fore I put this down, you faggot are pussy
Meow, while you're grabbing a tootsie pop
And then standing behind the 5 inch of the screen (f*cking pussy!)
Learn to hold a pencil 'fore you make a scene
You fake the shit, more than they do with green
Shut the f*ck up, 'fore you start to make the faces like the scream!
And get bent, start of new era commenced in this Septem
Beret on my head, and I'm set to put stop in these lies, so get your head-banged
A broad is more of a competition for you hoes than me
And it's just my thoughts, so begone, I'm far above you like a seesaw
Pray to god, maybe be a priest, y'all are piece of shit, think you f*cking preach?
Aww, you motherf*ckers keep complaining
Guess that's how you grope a f*cking bitch (OOHHHH!)
But they won't say, won't respond me cuz I'm not grande
So, let's randevous on this same spot, same time, 7 years later!
I'm the guy, no, I'm disguised
I'm just playing by your side with knives and smile like I've got nine
No, 44, I'm kickin the f*cking door
I've held my breath, cuffed my hands for so many days
You can see the tans, you can see the fangs
My-Oh-My I'm not the one, I'm the two. Why?
'Fore I finish this, I'd like to say that I'd like to be hated
Please diminish me, see me from the eyes of fantano when he sees Em
(FINISH HIM! FATALITY!) I beg of you, I don't wanna be big
Stab me while I'm still nodding off, kill me 'fore my career even start off
And Kelly, don't stand for the generation I don't even wanna be a part of
These rappers are like fellatio, they suck in rap if they wanna blow
Industry's hand in their asshole, like a puppet, cuz they're in control
But they're best when it comes to diss, though
One of them is like (F*ck J Cole!)
No one is above me when it comes to being psychopathic
I cut their legs and ask where they're headed
And pop their eyes and ask where their leg is (where?)
And ask their legs to point where their head is (In the gutter, shredded?)
What a bundle of joy world are we living in, mumbling toys, and the rise of the feminist
And I would still be killing shit, annihilate the f*cking world
Cuz why not, the history repeats itself and teach us wrong
Even my own freaking country promotes the hate speech towards the neighbouring country
So why I don't do it to the world?
Cuz I love to be in the next level
Pills? I better have 'em
Skills? I better shred 'em
Guilt? I never had it, never needed it (Never), like a fish that never needed to, breathe
Cuz I'm nothing like this oxy generation, with their nose filled
Drinks pink, always talking about hoes, still
They hate the shit like Rammstein, but can't even hold still
I'm trying to do my part, but it's so hard
When you're getting bleeped saying retard
It's like you wanna go hard, but end up playing go kart
I've had enough. Took so much arrows to my ass that the next time I be farting, it'd be bogart!
Something's wrong here, maybe I shouldn't eat the rappers like a gourmet. It's getting boring
Aghh, Cut it