Cut That Weak Shit (Buckwild Mix)

[Chorus: Samples]
People died so I can rhyme
You think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step off with that weak shit
Crap rappers, step off with that weak shit (Word, word)
People died so I can rhyme
You think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step off with that weak shit
Crap rappers, step off with that weak shit (Word, word)

[Verse 1: Lace Da Booms]
The incompatible, shatter-proof nigga like a backboard
Built to last long like a '95 Explore
The overlord shoppin' chainsaws and .44's
To make another Texas Massacre in New York
I'm spittin' verbal use for those that choose to sip my juice
Now they minds go cool, her ricochet produces loot
Plus the cess to get to make my controllers fill over
The real shit, my style be the illest like Syphilis
Plus fuckin' your head up more than a coked-up barber
Why bother? My clique is hot like lava
You miscalculated while I anticipated in this rap shit
Performin' shows, sip Moët, go platinum
I'm maxed, relaxed, crack six-packs and count stacks
Hit jax and Ricochet's rappin' makes it happen
I wanna be the best, untouchable like Eliot Ness
And surely you jest if you wanna contest
[?] so sex, got me chain smokin' cigarettes
Now who's next to test? Bet they bounce like checks
And if they come, they'll leave confused, abused more than a rubik's cube
And then get the boot like a Timberland dude

[Verse 2: Royal Flush]
Flush it back, niggas down, holdin' 4 pounds of round
Fuck, get outta town, more fire boroughs hold it down
Break out the salary, this life is goin' on trial
My rhymes'll open up the ears for thugs who's livin' it foul (Word)
My little brother's on the isle, say he can deal with it now
Based on my rapture, said he could adapt with the crack
'Cause my lyrics capture everythin' comin' at ya
Stand still with real lyrics that heal like pills (Word)
Overdose from skills, niggas in the lands keep it real (Keep it real)

[Interlude: Samples]
Step off with that weak shit
Step off with that weak shit (Word)

[Chorus: Samples]
People died so I can rhyme
You think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step off with that weak shit
Crap rappers, step off with that weak shit (Word, word)
People died so I can rhyme
You think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step off with that weak shit
Crap rappers, step off with that weak shit (Word, word)

[Verse 3: Quasi Modo]
Even bigger niggas get bucked
My first verse makes you duck, actin' hard get you stuck
You fucked up (You fucked up), shows the wrong road and path
Now I grab your staff, for phony half a blast
My task takin' over, boulder, pull your folder
Stomp a soldier with the weight of the world on my shoulders
I go from bad to severe, feelings turn to fear
That means another nigga's runnin' outta here
Word, front on Brooklyn
I serve my borough, got everybody else booked in
Tryna find a way, some throw a [?] at late
But my indistinctly brothers, they wanna rob my prey
Attacker, rhyme reactor
Spots get blown, I'm unknown like X-Factor
You lack the skill to get busy
Lay get jiggy, those who oppose my flow become dizzy
It's for them niggas breakin' fool, these niggas breakin' rules
With the complex context styles I use (Styles I use)
Couple of crews in crisis, knah mean? (Knah mean?)
I make you scatter from the scene like mices (Like mices)
Dicin' care with profanity, these bitch ass niggas
Is playin' games with insanity, that weak shit

[Outro]
You know what I'm sayin'
Uh, Buckwild, Lace Da Booms, [?]
My man [?] on the track, Flush, Ricochet
You know what I'm sayin', yo
My man [?]