Dead Emcee

(Verse)
Where's my pen at, bitches and niggas are hoping Xanax
I been awoke, I’m never passing out, your man’s next
Don’t step, Jedi-Ruk enuh wah test
These beats pump like the heart beneath my chest
The day it stops, is when hip-hop does
But for now I’m hitting home runs with my Louisville Slug
I’m never prone to start holding a grudge
Only on the system that won’t budge
When we give them a nudge
Even an eye witness can’t do shit
There’s not enough i’s to capture the same image
I’m always in the kitchen; Look how I whip it, how i whip it
Discombobulating niggas with the way I’m crack spitting
There’s no “oh’s" and “ahh’s”
My life be like a movie revolved around loot and broads
I’m tryna push music in units like Newton’s Law
You can’t catch up to the God, I’m saying au revoir

(Chorus)(x2)
Y'all don't want the verbal weaponry, I been iller than leprosy
I don't know why y'all just keep testing me
I don't know why y'all just keep testing me
Unless you wanna see another dead emcee

(Verse)
For me, there's no dead end to hip-hop
There's mad ophidians on the ladder tryna cop a spot
They remind me of the 06' Kid Bop
I stand tall like a King and these pawns get knocked
And these puns get dropped in numerous bunches
Swinging like Rocky Marciano with the punches
Swift bodily functions, watch the left hook
My mobs deep, so of course I'll leave them shook
It's the Prime Minister like Fidel Castro
This lyrical sinister is just tryna get cashflow
And I know all the reasons why I rap for
And I know how to draw my weapons like Picasso
You can never draw that away from me
I ain't got no time to wait for these mm emcees
I got directories in different sectors
Please, you just can't F with a G
Damn, I give them hell that's one of my specialties

(Chorus)(x2)
Y'all don't want the verbal weaponry, I been iller than leprosy
I don't know why y'all just keep testing me
I don't know why y'all just keep testing me
Unless you wanna see another dead emcee

(Verse)
Watch all the spirits stay afloat
It's all apart of the game like slaves on a boat
Strapped to shackles, then you got my bars to handle
I keep it burning like a wick on a candle
I'm sick on demand though, you gotta pay-per-view
Just kick back and puff a Pepé Le Pew
For you, that may be a second escape route
And you choose, cause I don't live by no rules
Unless you wanna see another dead emcee, don't step close
Cause I'll hit y'all in your chest like the you weed toke
Cause I'll hit y'all in your chest like the you weed toke
So I just suggest you don't step close