No talkin'.....
Verse 1:
I'm fire breathin' with dragons, that scramble eggs in ya basket/
What some describe as a bastard, with symptoms classed as a hazard/
My lyrics crafted as dastard, I'm aiming towards a classic/
Now rumor & legend has it, my mental's spacey as NASA/
They say my aggression's passive, to which I'm constantly laughin'/
Specifically with this rap shit, cause other niggas is Tragically/
TRASH with all of the wackness, but watch as I'm making magic/
And practically droppin' actuals, companied by the factuals/
Mental mission? subtractin' you, Missionary, contractual/
Hitman on the vernacular, attitude placed as radical/
Method somewhat spectacular, vocals crushin' ya clavicle/
Cave ya chest in FOR REAL if I'm forced to do what I have to do/
Hip hop being my home, you're a tourist, you're just passing thru/
Thrashing ya favorite rapper, that's only part of my chapter
Lyrically grinding ya bones into ashes, leave nothing after/
Disasterous how I mastered, these quotes as sticky as plaster/
You flash with words? well I'm faster, Demonic summons to pastors/
Simply outlasting the rest of them, spart and train with the best of them/
You guessing A-E with the lyrics, Scantrons? I'm testing them/
Wizardry draining sins out your body, as you're confessing them/
Power of life and deaths' in the tongue, and I'm spittin' blessings/
Invading craniums hexed from adults to the adolescence/
Subtracting thoughts of stupidity, hoping to add-a-lesson/
Titanium build I drape in, protected from any weapons/
From Canons to Smtih and Wessons, the answer to all your questions/
I manifest as the day goes, sprinting towards the Pesos/
Hoping to double payroll with no stoppin' til' I say so
Before you make it Fuego, I highly suggest you lay low/
Competition? well...they know, just how the rest of this day goes/
Either follow the way of 2G, or end up with Halo's/
I'm a dose of EVERCLEAR, and you niggas as sweet as Faygo/
I mold you into perfection, like God conceived me in Play-Doh/
You racing me for the throne? well you must've been snorting Ya-Yo/
I'm everything that you lackin', I swear you hustling backwards/
I'm NINJA like with my tactics, don't ASK for your favorite rapper.....
HE DEAD!! (uh huh)
AMEN!! (I killed em')
HE DEAD!! (ok)
AMEN!! (A-men)
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Pre-verse:
I be the truth....
Yea...
Said I'm the truth....every time I step in the booth...
I speak the truth...y'all know what I'm bringin' to you...
It's the truth...muthafuckas know who I be...
I be the truth...what I spit shall set you free..
Verse 2:
Yo, AIN'T nobody fuckin' with me on this mic so far/
Want the truth...there it is...it just took 2 bars/
Now the rest that's gonna follow, is a blatant reminder/
These niggas y'all listenin' to? BLATANT vagina/
Now that sounds pretty basic, but I'm partially inclined/
To pull some of bitches files out of Romney's binder/
And I ain't one particular to blow up spots/
But some of you niggas should thank me as to why y'all hot/
It's either I ain't been discovered to expose y'all wack/
Or I done catapult'd you niggas as to where y'all at/
Pardon me, but part of me just might be feeling myself/
Another part of me is sayin' no one's as ill as myself/
Trill talk, call it braggin' , but let's say what it is.../
Ain't no recess on my bars, I don't play with you kids/
It's more like...John Wilkes Booth D.C. Snipe type/
Prime Mic Tys' on Fight Night, I'm QUITE NICE/
On the bread hunt, you reach for my BIMBO Slice?/
Fuck around and catch a KIMBO Slice/
Thinkin' 2G's a simp on life/
Lace these Missy's up tight, so I can stomp you with these Timbo's, right?/
Told these cowards on "SPITEFUL" not to play with a Vet/
Test ya luck, young buck, you'll get slayed with the rest/
Mangle niggas til' ya face is a mess/
Leave ya lips on ya pecs, now niggas can really "SAY IT WITH YA CHEST"/
Vexed with the thought of EVER holdin' my tongue/
As opposite as Snoop opposin' weed smoke from his lungs/
Any urge to stop me?....you should fight that shit/
I'm TOO fire..you don't wanna go ignite that shit/
Should you choose to refuse this warning, I'll pull a Edward Norton
Make you face the curb and have you bite that shit/
Then send the footage to worldstar, paste it as a facebook status
And have my peoples "LIKE" that shit/
See the things that I come up with/......
And this is somethin' that ya peoples honestly swearing that you can fuck with.../
Gassin' up ya raps like it's tough spit/
Hypeman's pornhub...he "QUACKS LIKE A DUCK" when he suck dick/
I call it how I see it, ain't no "force him to stop"/
It gets worse...that "BLOCKA FREESTYLE" was a warning shot/
Feel offended yet? Good, BITCH! I WANT you to pop/
I'm giving all you niggas hell whether you want it or not..................
MUTHAFUCKA!!!!!