调：Bb major
Verse 1
Am
Ayo, the fact is,
we takin' out all this wackness
You takin' out a fat bitch
that's unattractive
While I rap, collapsin' on you ass bits
That's how it happens, I throw my half in
With SA's paragraph in,
the rap twins leave you laughin'
You needed napkins,
I'm bleedin' black pins
are treated as sins
when greeting wack men
we leave you trapped in captivity
for actually rapping shitty
manufacturing tracks
G
Am
simply is having you pissed at me and him acting similar,
shocking enemies
we beat the team
we're in a unique Kareem fleeing the scene
with a buck off the mainstream
exploding the game with mad rap
same with flames of cash we pack pain
We're blazing tracks
and we are composing a great hit
So take this and face it,
I've been patiently waiting for the day
it is exposed in the big shit
We open up your eyes,
you'll see that these guys
can't even rhyme
So we just dispose of the waste then
After we trash the enemy,
you're left with the same tenacity
Stopping those rocking, pocking, jocking
I drop you all when I sock your jaw
And your fans sit and watch
you fall
Don't matter if you're white or black,
Cause MC's can't see me
like I was Dr. Law
They just see a cat in a track
Proving that you wouldn't be jacked
You were used to lift the car with the flat
Hard with the rap, this garbage is wack
All of it's crap, I call it a trap
We callin' it fat, to the wall with the plaque
All of you zaps, like captions of naps
Nets, widest could put you to sleep
Rollin' you cats, askin' me how to battle
Just visualize beef,
like you were lookin' at meat
From cattle to meat,
I'm the catalyst to beatin' your ass
Eager to smash a record
like Evel Knievel
Scratchin' a needle to wax man
People relax, I'm sickin' a whack
Like fans of concrete in a scratch pad
I dig it, not penny -wise,
we dissin' many guys, any kinds
plenty lines
Like cokeheads lackin' a money mind
It's funny I'm dope with them fiends
with a clunnin' rhyme
Chimin' in, it's live, it's ten
when I'm bombin' them
The only time the shit you spit is sick
is when you vomit it
I feel sorry for your mom and kid
The job I did to your reputation
has got you tryin' to rob their
We can trouble your stomach
just like a rollercoaster
Rollin' over a hill coast
until it's motionless
But slowin' isn't showin' my spit,
you're throwin' a fit
Toward more than a sick floa
Put me on a pen and watch
as I automatically turn the stove up
So I smoke another joint, dude
Every day if you're cold, soldier
I'm back to normal before I
get the nine out of the holster
Blowing your mind like I'm
supposed to
Exploding the game with
mad rap same
With flames attached, we pack fame
We're blazing tracks
when we are composing a great hit
So take this and face it
I've been patiently waiting
for the day it is
Exploding the big shit
We open up your eyes to see that
These guys can't even rhyme
So we just expose them to the waste
Then, after we trash the enemy,
you're left with the Saiyans
and Assholes
I'm vocally local, totally local,
with a locomotive on tracks
You flow to me,
I'm prone to be dissing you back
Showing you how I practice,
throwing you out the fastest
So your ass is kicked,
Bitch, you can't settle
the score with a metaphor
Hit the door,
the pedal is floored against the board
In every level,
I enter higher than Drebbel
Several contenders end up
pretending the Rebels
And get scorched and I grip this mic
to strip the champ of his wishes
He's just a cake with his britches tight
Don't front,
Rick, one of you off,
you're all out like Christmas lights
So, watch when we dispersing
these words in person
Emerging the surface,
hurting these worthless twerps
When the purpose of working,
smirking at haters
Searching for stuff when
they're lurking,
one thing is certain
We never gave a fuck like a virgin
Ready for the bucks,
making cuts like a surgeon
Am
Wordin'
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