Factory Made (Thats That Shit)

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Here I come, prone to leave your bones with micro fractures/
A rather clean bachelor, know to attack a/
Whack rapper, and his punk ass friends/
Send them and them, onto a long ass weekend/
I must be tweeking, cause it didn't quench my thirst at first/
But then I got the feeling and it only got much worst/
"You're getting carried away" so I take my words and spray/
Like an automatic, I'm deading all static, hip hop fanatic/
You can ask my moms, I'm known to be dramatic/
I gotta habit, like Cool C kills people/
I'm not regal, but it's been like 20 years since I've had an equal/
Get stabbed by the steeple, and bleed the Blood of Abraham/
Goddamn, didn't know Joey produced the jams/
He's got the longest gams, in the fucking industry/
The rest is fucking history, don't hinder me/
You get your name in the obituary column G, indeed/
I proceed to leave the crowd with a sense of satisfactory/
Fuck it, they're used to rappers being made in factories/

[Chorus]
That's that shit ×16

[Verse 2]
It's a toxic mixture, to picture a hip hop fixture/
In the midst of duress, it's depressing to learn a lesson/
From that heavy handed lyrical motherfucker to keep you guessing/
It's been 40 damn years and nobodies figured it out/
It's hip hop, enunciate and open your fucking mouth/
I used to be about, hating lil Wayne and t pain/
How the game got so fucked up it's insane/
Inane profits, of one dimensional lifestyles/
Meanwhile, y'all dropping off like fruit flies/
Motherfuckers best to recognize, my arise be/
Cause I wanna give you something different/
Aside from herbs from the burbs just giving you an image/
This scrimmage is to diminish what's left of your brain to cream spinach/
Oops, looks like you beat me to that/
Go ahead, get pissed off, I'm spitting straight facts bitch/

"Bitch! Haha! Man, I'll tell you. Motherfuckers don't have a clue. Ah man... yo I think it's time."

[Chorus Repeats]

[Scratch solo out]