The Chosen

[Verse 1: Jakki Da Motamouth]
Weathermen, we rush other suckers
Your crew is a bunch of gullible punk motherfuckers
I drop gems like an angry synergy. You couldn't
Be my facsimile if you were part of my symmetry
Your whole group couldn't see the shit I show you
Like a professional number two, I produce
Ask your mom for the truth, try to relax, kid
I'm your daddy—that's proof I can produce some wack shit
Twenty-three of the six-hour bombs you finished
I’ll diminish with something I conjured up in six minutes
Who the sick gimmicks that you brought to try me?
I’ll take more than your big brother and grandma to fry me
I see a bunch of motherfucking rookies
Your mom's a crack addict, I can gеt pussy for cookies
You want obnoxious shit? I’ll pave the way
Grab a shotgun and start picking off faggots at a gay paradе
I hate you, I hate the world—that's why
At open mic, I ate you, and, later on, I ate your girl
I'm throwing ten missiles. Even if you duck, won’t miss ya
I'm only friends with you ‘cause I wanna fuck your sister
When I'm doing a show, I clown a bit
Get pissy-drunk then tell the crowd they all sound like shit

[Hook: Jakki Da Motamouth]
Ladies and gentlemen, stop your applause
I'm not here to rock the crowd, I’m here to crack some fucking skulls in
Which one of y’all wanna grab the mic like you the chosen?
Let’s see who choose which way to rhyme when I’m caving your soul in

[Verse 2: Jakki Da Motamouth]
You know a nigga good enough to put the crunch on Jakki?
You know a nigga good enough to catch a punch to the eye
So hard, his soul’ll flop right out of his shell
Now we can put the crunch on a motherfucker in Hell
Your soul was amazed the moment you croaked. The moment
Da Motamouth stepped on stage’s the moment you choked
My crew is rocking you, so even if you tough
Like a prude prostitute, I do not give a fuck
I’m giving you rap fiends crack to feel what I deal
I’m that human vaccine that can deal with the ill
I’ll slay your raps. While you catch it back from behind
Your man’ll play the back like a joystick attached to his spine
You talking a lot, you’re bullshitting me when you
Secretly sneak your writtens in your off-of-the-top
I’ll turn an open mic into an open fight
Pick the hardest nigga in the crowd and spit on his wife
You could be the fastest rapper, but on the mic
I’m faster than a speed that’s faster than the speed of light
I’ll turn these soft-back cookies into mushy dicks
Even if I came at you vaginal, you’d be pussy-whipped
I’ll beat past, knock you into next week
Use a time machine, see you next week, and knock your ass two weeks back
You’re only underground when I bury your life
I’m underground but don’t follow underground stereotypes
The bomb’s set, soldier. You want a concept?
I’ll give to ya: all these niggas are con ‘cept Mota

[Hook: Jakki Da Motamouth]
Ladies and gentlemen, stop your applause
I'm not here to rock the crowd, I’m here to crack some fucking skulls in
Which one of y’all wanna grab the mic like you the chosen?
Let’s see who choose which way to rhyme when I’m caving your soul in

[Verse 3: Jakki Da Motamouth]
Jakki
Cage, Camu Tao, Copywrite, Tage
Yak Ballz, Breezly Brewin, Masai Bey
Rattling men? You wonder how we. Rat? It’s over, you’re dead
Battle me in the thunderclouds, forever over your head
I’m killing mines. Think twice before you diss me
Better yet, nuke them fucking thoughts and think about a million times
And if you still intact, you probably won’t be
Allowed to rap because your brain will tell your mouth you wack
Compete with me? Lights out. I’m out, the best (I eat emcees)
Like M-c-D or when they yell, “DS”
I’ll killing one-five-one while we kick it, chilling
With your son, hooking him up with diseased bitches
You think you big, you fucking shemale freak? I’ll shrink you
Like, “Honey, I Shrunk the Female Sheep”
Please look, your whole steez is took
From a cheese book. Son, I got styles like Teen Wolf
I won’t listen to your rhymes ‘cause I’m stubborn as fuck (He told you)
(You dope, they said you dope) I told you, “You suck”
Columbus crew put it down, Intalec
Foul mouth, duck. Clown all you loud-mouthed fucks
I’m past the hype. You rhyme? I know you loft it
Not trying to pass the mic? Fine, I’ll throw you off it

[Hook: Jakki Da Motamouth] (x2)
Ladies and gentlemen, stop your applause
I'm not here to rock the crowd, I’m here to crack some fucking skulls in
Which one of y’all wanna grab the mic like you the chosen?
Let’s see who choose which way to rhyme when I’m caving your soul in