Nike Boots (Spazzes The Fuck Out)

[Verse 1: Prince EA]
Everybody dressing fresh
Ima bring dirty back
In my hood, it's alot more than purses snatched
We don't call the cops, we let burners clap pop
And let off more shots than Sczerbiak
I murder tracks cuz I rap better bitch
You've been trash ever since your latter hit
If bein' nice was sex you'd behalf celibate
Me I'm sick enough to titty-fuck a flat chested chick yeah
How he so hot he must feed his flow lava
How he so young but he keep it so honest
Yeah I'm young, but that don't mean much I promise
See my soul's freaking old, like Keiysha Cole mama
You got feet and toe problems
No we can't kick it if you speak it don't bother
Cuz no I won't listen
You don't know about grindin' you be on the phone nigga
Spending time with the bitches leave them hoes alone nigga
Look, I'm home alone with a pen and a pad
Exhibiting diligence every time I scribble and dab
Brilliance inextricable gifted I'm kicking they ass
Ever since that umbilical snapped I had this shit in the bag
It's so perfect precise this is not rapping
It's the birth of the Christ it's quadratic equations
Translated in to words on the mic
The same man let them birds into flight
Will allow them dogs to sic quick and the serpent to strike
Murder you vermin and mice
This the circle of life
And Prince Ea will complete wheel
Nah I don't need a deal
I'm already signed to them aliens of Steven Veal
Keep it real
Yall don't know how freedom feel
Homie g I'm just speaking the truth
I know niggas that's in prison that are freer than you
Locked up in that box stuck with no key to get loose
I'm deep in the booth but they said Prince Ea is just a fool
Jumping on tracks tryna rap political
Do you hear my music or are you just skimming through
Tryna pick and choose which lines you want to listen to
You got it misconstrued
I told you that the media spins
Now you got to figure out the centrifuge
I'm on top of my game I feel invincible
Full time with these rhymes you niggas on that 10 to 2
Why you think I'm getting interviews homie get a clue
I've been rippin' dudes with that pencil since middle school
Funny when my buzz was down and I was pitiful
Chicks couldn't find me like I was invisible
Used to tell me to get out now they like come in
And uhm let me find something to slip into
I guess my life changed like an after picture
I'm getting change but yall the main ones actin' different
See let me take yall back in the past
I was the same dude who you used to laugh at and pass
Remember me the skinny kid in the back of the class
Who you used to clown on and say his fashion was bad
Now you givin' me pats on the back
On my dick like Prince Ea when we gonna do a track and collab
Never nigga and that's more than final
Your lucky I don't put this lead in you like toys from China
Listen to that voice inside you you whack as shit
And you need to start practicing
I don't know what half these rappers smokin' or talkin' about
Stupid fags moving trash like a garbage route
Only rappers I respect is Pap, Kiss, and Slaughterhouse
The rest of yall stanky leggin' and walkin' out
I chalk em' out with one touch
Them silly flow remind me of that video
One guy one cup
A pain in the ass you faggot and fucked up
You chumps suck who zapping these guys yo
Dammit kid you can't even stand against my flow
In the booth I'm the truth and even your moms know
See me and you we like pianos to bongos
Mansions to condos
Beyonce, Solange Knowles
Basically you never comin' close to mine
You'll never make like your girlfriend's clothing line
I ain't no Fortune 500 corporate guy
I'm more inclined to paint portraits borderline
Insane with more pain than an orphan's eyes
I'm drained with so much shame that I'm torn inside
I know it's hard to fathom with a mortal mind
But this is something that the lord designed
The source is god
They say you only live once
I tell them I know, I learned that from one of my former lives
I got enormous drive
And I'm poised to shine
I'm ready so get ready to kiss your world goodbye
See these are more than lyrics
Nigga more than lines
More than gimmicks
And more than lies
I'm so ahead of my time
I was writing tribute songs to Pac and Big before they died