Wack As Fuck

Yo I remember you was wack as fuck
When every emcee first picked up the pen
Yo I remember you was wack as fuck
When every emcee first picked up the pen
Yo I remember you was wack as fuck

This is no bout
You got no clout
No doubt
I’m stomping you out
Like you the street on a parade route
Want to be me so I’m a call you nigga
Your microphone got a fucking rainbow sticker
Dolphin
Stab’em often
Step in your coffin
You fuck the same chromosome
Rhyming with no tone
This planets Fucked up
Time for me to phonе home
Fuck five mic’s
Emcees give mе five bites
I work long nights
For you to say my shits tight
You cold pussy
Hardcore character
Fronting for the stereo
You suffer from hysteria
Fake gangsters advocating good times
They don’t bust real rhymes
Consequence for real crimes
Patriotic to the ghetto lead your child blind
It’s close to midnight
I’m ripping off your shit right
Blowing microphone darts through a windpipe
On a scale of 1 to 10
You’re a skellington
Make your body match your mind
When I smack your melanin
I remember you was wack as fuck

Yo I remember you was wack as fuck
When every emcee first picked up the pen
Yo I remember you was wack as fuck
When every emcee first picked up the pen
Yo I remember you was wack as fuck
When every emcee first picked up the pen
Yo

Run for the exit
Make the connection
Make any emcee
Exit my section
Look in the other direction
Underground
Overrated
My style is educated
A billion emcees served
From a billion styles created
You’re dyslexic
Got to hold your rhymes in a mirror to perfect it
Emcees Common with no Sense
I got to resurrect it
Every word connected
Never walk in a cypher undetected
Alien invasion when you humans least expect it
Open enemy that’s why I’m screaming
Fuck The Industry
Your favorite emcee bought a tape from me
Went home and then start biting me
Eloheim dominate gene
In Armageddon
White emcees getting props because their style is nonthreatening
You ain’t high and mighty
I tell that devil fuck whitey
And nonfiction
This is verbal crucifixion
Black emcees you ain’t gangsters and thugs
You a bitch
Master P and Cash Money
On some genocide shit
Money ain’t skills check your Hip-Hop definition
Telling lies to your vision
I’m beyond your comprehension

I remember you was wack as fuck
When every emcee first picked up the pen
Yo I remember you was wack as fuck
When every emcee first picked up the pen (2x)

That ain’t no wax
It’s a place mat
I’m a figure out something to do with your album before my life is through
I’m a use your cd’s as coasters
And when your street promotion team goes out
I’m a have fun ripping down your posters
I’m about to make your mind dynamic
I’m about to make your mind dynamic
Future shock unbalanced
Strip you of your talents
Get off my obelisk
Time to face the madness
You ain’t underground
You’re under construction
Ain’t saying nothing
Your squad ain’t imperial
West Coast battle material
I guess I’m that psychotic rapper
Hun Acey
You ain’t my freestyle father nigga Hip-Hop raised me
What you been smoking
Who you provoking
I sock you in your jaw
And leave your beatbox broken
Why you even on stage if you ain’t tight
Is this open mic night or amateur night?
If you open up your mouth I’m a close your mic
Cyber sex till midnight
Fucking your website
Mic device spitting knowledge like the Sicenz Of Life
All you doomsday prototypes
Living off my hype
Homosapiens with weak pen killing your ambition
I’m spiritual with no structure
Rhyme as religion
Old school New school
You never went to school
Never did a talent show
Never paid dues
You making demos trying to walk a fucking mile in my shoes
I’m a album maker underground emcee undertaker
The highest vibration for you Boom Bap Haters

Yo I remember you was wack as fuck
When every emcee first picked up the pen
Yo I remember you was wack as fuck
When every emcee first picked up the pen (2x)