Widespread

[Verse 1: Jakki Da Motamouth]
Jakki Da Motamouth the true definition of raw
Go ahead and eat me, my worms will devour your jaws
You want the real shit? Hold out your palms and let me
Place my ass on ‘em, I’ll donate to the cause
I bet a whore wouldn’t fuck with your easy metaphors
Set a course to Simple Simile Planet, you banished
I’m sick of hearing weak comparisons, I’ll smack you dense
You fuck with me, I’ll make your wack ass practice abstinence
You in the house? I’ll go up in your crib and crash your turf
And show you I’ll eat up your self-esteem in mama’s afterbirth
You gotta pile of tricks? I got a pile of shit
I’ll toss it at you like, “Here, go play with this while I rip”
I’ll go to Heaven and bargain with God for control of diplomas
Then stroll to Hell with a flying pig and freeze it over
You hard as fuck, ain’t you? You walk your talk, pal?
Snatch off your kneecaps, (motherfucker), walk now
When I enter a room with a handful of goons screaming
They rap like a bag of buffoons, I’ll bash ‘em with brooms
Which one of y’all silly niggas think you can rock the mic?
I’ll hit you with a box of 50,000 Copywrites
Throw your hardest punches at me, I’m still awake
The easiest way to sleep me is by playing your tape
I’ll crack your melon. Yo, might this child be out of place?
Kid, I’m happiness repellent, wipe the smile right off your face
Lay a finger on Jakki, watch how I diss you
I’ll possess your whole family and make your mama rip you
I’ll follow you to your lover’s house, kick in the front door
Let one of my bitches beat your ass while I fuck yours
You praise the day the pain stops (Jakki, stop murking me)
I’ll rain on your parade with raindrops the size of Mercury
So bring the baddest nigga in your clique to open me
I’ll throw a verse at him that’ll have your whole wack crew quoting me

[Verse 2: Copywrite]
Christ Himself said I’m nice as Hell
You’re one-twelfth the fraction of my faction, I’m twice the scale
Your eyes will melt once I propel out wits
The hardest joint on your album would be our sellout shit
I distribute a poison, it’s mixture of venom
With vinyl (You know why?), “MC” for you is a tentative title (No doubt)
Drop whatever primitive idol you worship (Fuck ‘em)
Learn to pray, see who a virgin gave birth to and nurtured
I’ll murder words and turn the dictionary into
The obituaries, my niche is to spit eons beyond
Peons and rock on to the break of social security
The break of dawn is too premature for me
I’ll bounce orbits towards Earth, your head’ll burst
And my Mouth’s Mota runs at twelve-thousand Megahertz
You’ve got nowhere near what it takes to injury me
You unfit to change anybody who’s name even begins with “C”
So keep it down. We won’t stoop to how you cretins sound
Me and Da Motamouth will talk shit until our teeth are brown
Then freeze time and watch you age. It hurts
For you to admit my birth marks the dawn of a new age

[Hook: Jakki Da Motamouth, Copywrite, and Samples with Scratches by RJD2]
[Jakki Da Motamouth and Copywrite]
I got a proposal that’ll cause disposal to sappy widespread
And if a rapper ain’t a ten, then put a nine to his head
Pull the trigger if he wack. Now that’ll cause a lot of strife
Most rappers nowadays couldn’t be tight if they rapped for their life
[Samples with Scratches by RJD2]
“I hold the mic” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science”
“Ruin your prototype when Mota strikes” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science”
“Copywrite” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science”
“If I offend you, fuck it. I intend to” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science”

[Verse 3: Copywrite]
You mention me? You better jump a fence for me
After one verse, listeners acquire a chemical dependency
The rawest clique in history to rip a mic
Device so nice, I walk the strip, looked up, and caught a glimpse of Christ
Every pimp with ice I ever battled lost
They came fast to get their brain smashed to applesauce
If I don’t get you, Motamouth will blow you out
Two pedophiles with vulgar mouths, controlling bouts
You cats are gone once the track is on
When I catch wreck for the fifth time, you’ll just be catching on
You ain’t shit. I’ll battle you
And whoever my crew ain’t with. This two-brain clique’s
Aerial-bound, tearing it down
In silly ciphers, turn merry-go-rounds into burial grounds
Stay out the session when I’m lacing joints. Any suggestion
To battle is out the question like an exclamation point

[Verse 4: Jakki Da Motamouth]
Every time you attempt to throw a line, I will restrict ‘em
You words are like a whore fucked in advance ‘cause I pre-dicked/predict ‘em
Is Jakki Da Motamouth always that nice? (You damn skippy)
A hundred minds throw punchlines at the same time, you still can’t hit me
Crossing my path will have you repenting
Even one missed punch from me will have you eternally flinching
Even if you the craziest nigga, you’ll see pain
I’ll simply keep pounding the sense into you ‘til you be sane
Your tired approach? You can consider history
You, your crew, even your mom and daddy ain’t shit to me
I’ll smack all emcees with one swing, I’m that raw
Lyrics always catch you ‘cause they coming from a trapped jaw
Bring your technical diction. I’ll improvise
Lace my words with acid and burn your brain ‘til you simplify
It’s so clear that I have no fear
Break in your crib, rob you, show up next day to battle in your gear
From A to Z, you can run down every word
In the dictionary and still not have enough to hang with me
Obey the laws? I’m much too stuck-up. I’ll rock
The mic in a courthouse and tell the judge to shut the fuck up

[Hook: Copywrite, Jakki Da Motamouth, and Samples with Scratches by RJD2]
[Copywrite and Jakki Da Motamouth]
I got a proposal to cause disposal to sappy widespread
If a rapper ain’t a ten, then put a nine to his head
Pull the trigger if he wack. Now that’ll cause a lot of strife
Most rappers nowadays couldn’t be tight if they rapped for their life
[Samples with Scratches by RJD2]
“I hold the mic” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science”
“Ruin your prototype when Mota strikes” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science”
“Deal with Mota… Copywrite” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science”
“On this Earth to diss crews and plot, I’m vet” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science”