Wackness Like 创作者：
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I wonder how   many
seconds have passed,
how many been added,
time travel tickled my dream
so I gotta have it
And if I could then I would,
reach out and grab it,
I guess it's good
cause you can't lose it if you never had it
It used to be like everyday for me,
a bad habit, another page, another song,
I was a rhyme addict
Followed the lead for a time,
here I dime bag it
I knew I couldn't concede,
so I toe -tagged it
Left it for dead, I didn't need it,
was a word fanatic
Wrote it in red because I bleed it,
junk is automatic
It's not sporadic, erratic,
it's always been classic
Track is far back as you were,
you'll find the same pattern
And with your cane tatted,
torn to pieces
Reppin' Jesus with your wack releases,
it didn't matter
You still ain't got your data right
Still ain't holdin' down the mic
Still ain't lookin' for the bite
Tell me what that wack is like
Hey, what that wackness like, man?
What? You heard me,
what that wackness like?
Man, I'm just out here trying to
handle my business.
Business?
Man, you ain't doing business, man.
You just a hustler,
man. I'll tell you what.
When your hustle grows up
and becomes business,
then you can call me.
Then we'll do business.
We'll do God business.
But right now, you just pimping the gospel.
You ain't nothing but a hustler,
man, like on the street. Trap.
I flip through pages
of past rants and ravings.
Outrageous.
Navigating y 'all through life mazes.
Amazing.
I'm standing gazing
through power lines and sun blazing
And watching clouds chasing
each other to try erasing
Good days and it seems
their hard work is paying off
And still I keep plugging away
and I'm staying lost in beats
And lost in rhymes and lost
in mind traveling
Timeless battle rap
for you to catch what I'm after
I cast a shadow on the weak
while I wind through traffic
Peek I find with no hassle
and no asking
Directions and broken blinkers
I skip past the finish line
while y 'all writing from right to left
Like your pen is blind
and it might be none like me
Ask your crew if you should test me,
I'm legendary
Hence we meet,
then make an aim for yourself MC's
But trust I bust it on cruise 10
deep with mics open
While price claiming
as you decide on taking
grandma's invitation
A Sunday school fool,
I do it with the greatest
As these young bucks be
trying to entertain
and be the latest
I've lived this for ages,
no bad to acting right
I know what's it I claim,
and you, what that wackness like?
Hey, what that wackness like, man?
What you talking about, man?
I'm out here preaching the gospel
This is my fifth conference,
man, just speaking the word
Hey, hey, hey,
you ain't preaching the gospel, man
You compromising the gospel
with your mediocre product, man
And then your boy over there
taking somebody's old style, man
That ain't preaching, man,
that's biting, man
But what you doing
preaching to the church anyways?
Now, this question's interesting,
seeing how
Cats messing up
what our forefathers put down
Sound like a bunch of clowns
who ain't tight
They're not even doing it right,
you know the type
But the mope and mic,
that is when you can find them
They be rhymin',
they hold crew behind them,
cheerleadin'
Ugly club, when you act, man,
I guess you need them just to see love
But that's cheatin',
and defeatin' the purpose of emceein'
I seen it, but it's speakin' is worthless to me
and those who know the meanin'
Suppose you fiendin' for a team
in the game in most season
And judgein' from what you seein'
if you went far between it
That's what that wackness like,
true talent turns, mattress tight
Slept off, got a bag of lays on my shoulder,
you wept off
No justice, just ice
You kept on bringing the heat
to the homies in the street
As soon as Mr. Baker laid a beat,
the fakers would retreat
Gon' make like the Lakers,
LPG, we gon' 3 -peat
It ain't right if it ain't tight,
but that's just what those raps are like
So what that wackness like, huh?
What that wackness like, dawg?
Wackness? What talking about?
Who are you, man?
I represent that hip -hop,
you know what saying?
I'm old school underground
I'm talking about 1993, 94,
36, Chambers,
Wu stop right there, man,
you ain't old school, man
I just saw you, man,
you ain't old school,
you just scared, man
I saw you in your battle right now
You were sitting there
with all your cheerleaders,
all your homeboys behind you, man
Back in the day when we used to battle,
it was me and somebody else
It was just you and the opponent, man,
and you would battle for names, man
You ain't real, you ain't hip -hop,
and you ain't old school
Stop saying it
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