Lyrics:

I peep rap city high like to my eyesight

witnesses bitches and kids frontin to bring a shit

you get nothing from this write redundant to bring the dumb shit

i neva half ass my blast leaves you overcome-ed

the basement aroma should have waited for you're diploma

instead you dropped out now you grabb the microphone ta

let the fox out a box out the center

rippin to end your agenda cuz im the microphone binga

since you started rhyming you been barred from flyin

trying to push me to (peat)? I didnt buy your tape cuz pussy is cheap.

Pushing me deep so i brush it to fuck it.

You get busted to rubbish because my stuff is conducted.

On some thouroughness that fuck the world shit dont make it happen.

You roll without friends but that sure dont attract them.

The five man travelin band i stand saggin my pants

caramel skin color the slim brother.

I cancel and contort your financial support

AnRs ridiculed for havin thoughts to deliver you

give your crew brain lacerations.

Your having dreams about stardom is only fame masterbation

my name is has awaken the criterion

so judgement is passed anyone budges i blast

bust in that ass and got class for the clone

brothers need to relax strait to the back like domes?



Where you at to all the bad heads with the word

Where you at and if you getting fed by the herb

Where you at and all the brothers keeping shit tough

Where you at and others talking shit about us... bitch



no excuses i feel that there's none needed

i know that you resent me cuz i study how im greeted.

Im quick to touch the mic for the rep and for the loot

im known around my village as the mouth that likes to shoot

now i no longer have time for your irrelivance

because the ignorace is just as dangerous as the inteligence

its all about the passege im trying to grasp it

and hopfully my son will forgive me for my habits

i manage to pity those flavorless with shitty flows.

Amped of their camp actin out their favorite videos

save it give me those trophes you call balls for my display case

now walk away and save face fuck the beef even you belive it aint needed

i know that deep down you respect me cuz you study how im greeted

its sewing up seams, its pluggin holes,

slug knows its takes more than toy flows and a b-boy prose

see, he keeps it clear and he strikes the fear

and he caught a grammy for marketing strategy of the year

where oh where is the server current status MCs need to take their bras off an burn them.



Where you at to the ones in the front with their hands in the air like they just dont care

Where you at and for the kids in the back tack-fully surveying the stage to see whos wack

Where you at and to the ones that grab the mics at shows house partys or by themselves (goahead get your flow on man )

Where you at and for that kid crawling out of bed at night putting fame on trains bus benches and stop lights

Lavish il never have it i get to happy doing atmospheric damage to your amaturish madness

Lavish il never have it i get to happy doing atmospheric damage to your amaturish madness

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