[Intro]
We decided to listen to your record
[Verse 1]
Shit was wack! No one understood what you said. Even if I was a Bobble, I couldn't Bobble my head. It's just for the simple fact That you can't even rap. Don't consider this a diss to you. I got my finishing moves. Put my knife in your back. Forcefully push it down to your ass crack. My lyrics are lethal. Like drinking some diesel. As rare as a souvenir from the times of medieval. This ain't shit, we all know I could've been a little more evil. Hope you understand. I put it in the simplest form. In a spot, where it wouldn't cough up a storm
Oh, I crushed your dreams? Trust me...this ain't what it seems
[Verse 2]
Labels aren't my concern. It's Cash Money rappers I want to watch burn. It's at the top of my list. Why do these garbage ass rappers even have to exist? Smartest way to take control of your mind. Spitting facts in a rhythm and rhyme. I found a solution, to fix the confusion, destroy the illusion and start a revolution
I'm the mastermind with the master plan. More deadly than C4 strapped to Taliban. Music is my dedication and vaccination. To rappers that's a deadly combination. Soon you'll experience My Apocalypse. To stop me it's gonna take more then numbers and competence. This ain't bragging, this is pure confidence
I don't like to brag about little shit. I don't brag about how real I can get. Fuck your input and fuck the point you tryna make. You'd still be calling me a lier if denied that I was fake