[Lyric] The Impossible (C.L. Smooth)

[Intro]
Uh, turn it up like this now
Uh, gets busy
Tear up the city
It's that filthy

[Verse 1]
You talkin' 'bout a Black Heart, I set off the movement
Bet you my left hand, ain't nothin' like me doin' it
Where is the air that's not tainted and unpolluted?
See every order be followed and executed
Snap of the finger, and I could send for you
Can't stand your attitude, then that's the end for you
We play by my rules, and that can't lose
It's gon' take more than a killer to fill my shoes
It's the top dog rep, the big boy step
Look around, ain't too many of 'em like me left
You know, when the boss's ill intention get thick
My answer stay short, and my strikes come quick
Mastermind behind the grind what makes a man like him tick
The crew I feed, the chick I pick
Boy, C.L. is that next level, I got scores to settle
I let loose the rebel, deep in that heavy metal
[Interlude]
Gets busy
Tear up the city
I'm that filthy

[Verse 2]
I'm set to do some numbers, show you how I do summers
Winter, spring, and fall, you could watch daddy ball
My niggas play the wall while they send me top shelf
Under watchful eyes, but lookin' like I'm by myself
The name in the book, so right before the beef cooks
I have 'em in the freezer, hangin' off the meat hooks
I gave 'em different looks, even when the lights dim
You got signs of bein' Smooth but you are not him
I breathe life in the game, no price to the fame
That keep a nigga like me on a chick's brain
Move that pretty, think that witty
Earn that rank, the first kid from uptown to crack that bank
From a young gun to the one big cannon
The bread expandin', this took plannin'
They said it can't it can't be done, too tough an obstacle
Is why I'm out here set, to do the impossible

[Interlude]
Gets busy, it's that rock shit
Tear up the city
I'm that filthy
Uh
[Verse 3]
It's like diamonds and toys, that's hers and that's ya boy's
This hard rock shit to that bunch of noise
I'm leavin' niggas scramblin', only left to gamblin'
When ain't no tellin' with how much I'm really handlin'
I make it look good, I keep it so hood
It's crazy, everything I slept on made me
Sharp when I wrote this, man with a focus
I'm out here too busy livin' it to notice
I'm a problem in these streets, mixed over them beats
Half a million fans await my release
And when I step in the door, and this the realest shit you ever saw
I'm makin' half a million more fans on tour
Fucker, from the pen to the block, sucker
Place ya bets, all my work cover
Why they wanna be me, how they study my "G"
And how my team is playin' shut down "D"

[Interlude]
Gets busy
Tear up the city
I'm that filthy
Uh-huh