Let The Beat Build

[Tabs]

They couldn't hear me clearly so I spoke it louder
Motherfucker's culture vultures tryna leave our soul devoured
When them clowns rhyme they get outshined by my solar power
Then I rain on their parade from cloud nine with a golden shower
The battle's on, I'm here to babble with mics
Destroy you catalog with something it took me an hour to write
Reaching various heights that are out of your sight
Them phony Glocks are the only props you ever had in your life, that's right
You don't want a collision with my coalition
It's like being fed to lions like Rome did to its own Christians
Whether we kick it off the dome or spit some dope writtens
My entire squad be ungodly like cloned chickens
Across the so-blow I roam on my own mission
Then bring the truth to you eyes cuz these guys lie through old mission
They're no different than Marsellus from Pulp Fiction
Cuz they take ?? while gagging on balls plus their soul's missing
So listen as I state my claim, I just hate Drake and Wayne
Feel like I'm about to throw up in my mouth whenever I say they name
They want to keep selling us redelutions like David Blaine
And I say I should leave um M.I.A. without the paper planes
That shit's been glamorized for the stars so I became insane
Now they're tryna psychoanalyze the bars like Frasier Crane
I mean y'all can stay the same, I came to break the chains
And use my middle finger as a turning signal when changing lanes
And I'm out this bitch, most rappers are counterfeit
Talking all that junk til they get punched in they mouth for it
Talking crap since a child, now that pile is mountainous
Wouldn't trade an ounce of piss for the mound of shit that comes out your lips
You talk in riddles, are you suppose to be hard, I hope not
Cuz you're candy coated and soft in the middle like a Blow Pop
Could give a fuck if you sold rocks by the coke spot
I'll throw a shot at you snakes that'll paralyze your face like botox
You wanna know something, you's a pole sucking H ??
On the road to destruction cuz that's no fucking bueno
If this is how the game goes I'm a flame throw you lame-os
Cuz I saw your true colors, and they were a day ?? rainbow
This kid is annoyed cuz this isn't hard hitting
So little bitches getting destroyed whenever I start spitting
I could give a fuck if you get your boys, their heart's missing
That's right I hear the bitch in your voice like Bart Simpson
I cite wrote them lines and been climbing successive walls
Best of all I do it without a net and I'm yet to fall
Need to chill cuz when we spit it's death for y'all
See we let that beat build and then we hit it with a wrecking ball
So as long as all of this gay shit is around
I want to soak this game with propane and blaze it to the ground
Face it you're a clown, I got hatred for your sound
We got a saying in my town, it goes "Take it in the brown"

[Tones]

Bunch of writers posing opposed to writers zoning
The good die young so I live life for the moment
And right at this moment stomping snakes dead in the grass
You'd tattoo they logo to your forehead for cash
So if you stay on your high with your trees and your fire
Blaze up an eighth blunt for real emcees in the cypher
Not the ones I call gimmicks who don't have words
Have rappers feeling like they coming right after a Tabs verse
Put in mad work, got hundreds of tracks out
I be putting it down til the sun fucking black out
So back out if you scared now and ain't prepared
Rolling up on four flaps looking to get the paper pad
Is there a brain in there? you want a metaphor?
I'm worth more money than the banks give me credit for
Let's get it on, take um down, industry ain't ready for me
You listen to these cornies while they tell they story
Nice to meet ya, cuz that swag come with a slice of pizza
You an asswipe fucking with the type that piped the teacher
They open they house to the herbs, I bring hope to the suburbs
Active society taking offense when they just words
But I don't give a fuck like William Wallace
And have sacred ceremonies in secrecy symbolic
You don't get it but I got it, your shit's trash
Your bitch ass spit about as ill as Riff Raff
Y'all ain't honest, that's garbage, how you rep that crap?
Wow I've heard Andy Milonakis spit better raps
Kill yourself in front your family cuz you're worthless
Nah you can live but you got to stop spitting verses
Ever since the war report everyone claimed blood money
It's funny cuz they 'bout as gangster as Bud Bundy
Son trust me there's not a rapper in their squad
That can see me off the head, it's like battling with Thor
Still you gassed up cuz radio say that you hot
But back at the label someone paid for that spot
And that's why what they consider classics are average
The songs are all gay, the rappers all faggots
It gets wacker and wackest award goes to actors and frauds
Betray real when they fake like going platinum in stores
Back to the drawing board, this time use a pencil
Next time don't pay 1O G's for a used instrumental
These emcees so weak, prefer it if they don't speak
That's why albums have no rappers and battles have no beats
Don't sleep wake up, what the fuck you hear me say
You on some paws looking awkward but you're really gay
I feel this way cuz I was brought up in a different era
Kids would spit forever never 'bout chips and cheddar
If this is the love song we wouldn't even sit together
Strip your leather, let you bitch tell you that my dick was better

[Coal Cash]

Your whole shit's crippled, breath smelling like dicks pickled
You fiddle around on joints without a point even if stippled
Your first nipple was groin from the loins of neanderthal
No wonder your thoughts meander and never answer to grandeur's call
Hope your balls get cancer, you're softer than Pink Panther
Mylanta should sign your deal, you're a Hot Wheels verse a Panzer
Don't tamper with deadly enhancers that damper a sharpened wit
I spit and commit an arson to burn through your jargon quick
My clique is sicker than Spartans death marching through the abyss
I'll christen your fucking face, savor the taste of Martian piss
Resist and get disgraced like being placed amongst the ignorant
Your insignificant's twin, your limbs get trimmed from their ligaments
Belligerence my kin and bitch, we be some bush wackers
I'm done fucking you wife, stuffing the pipe like kush packers
With rooks backing to strike, I'll stab a mic through your frontal lobe
As you hold your props to how many cocks that your buns'll hold
You funnel loads at glory holes holding keg stands
Jamming your maggot face with the faggot traits that plague man
So damn straight we hate these fake snakes and wack plans
The clan that you shout have more balls in their mouth than Pac Man
Tracks crammed with features, you eat from the jizz urethra
You weaker than Elton John on the arms of Wiz Khalifa
I spit and give um ether, you give um peace when you're off the speaker
I'll speak a deeper discussion, you're accustom to Justin Bieber
Crushing a buxom beaver, sucking sustenance from my wiener
Couldn't ween her off the dick, she milks the tip when I feed her
No need to beat up her guts, smacking her butt to make her tits flop
She's back for the fuck, quacks like a duck sucking on big cock
A lot of dumb sluts but Hip-Hop the first and foremost
She's close to death's door, not even sure if the whore knows
It's morose, used to have hopes of being inside her
She's sponsored by Easyriders, spitting cock flavored saliva
And that's besides the fact she's back fucking with some circus clown
Bound to one purpose to let you know the circle jerk's in town
Universal sound crowned with underground epitome
Though lividly expressed I manifest the shine vividly
Delivery of rhyme ahead of it's time, define validity
Stupidity of your mind, not cosigning what I live to free
It's wizardry to rhyme and that's according to Jak Progresso
So every time I rap I try to attack it with my best flow
The deaf know how much the touch of these words are surely miss
You on some Moe, Larry and Curley getting a swirly sucking worldly dicks
Some Mr Furley shit, a landlord slapping these damn whores
This man endured the night, we were the light that they ran towards
Explored the possibility of a world with no hostility
Abilities of us growing but no one's going willingly
It's killing me to be knowing that it's slowing to it's final end
A culture full of queers so cheers to suicidal trends
The spiral bends around in circles, universal keys
Free to spit reversals and dispersals of commercial steez
Eternal freeze, verbal degrees of my life's rage
Spitting the coldest shit to polar shift another ice age