From the gate what you know about rapping motherfucker You can't even hold the microphone without it feedbacking Since the days of speed rapping I've been snapping cats spinal bones (em)barras them in front of women take their little titles home Bear in mind I come from an era in time Where you actually had to have lyrics that rhyme Let my baritone grind your insides, paralyse your cerebellum Throw with your reality out of a nine mit? Flip shit, on some pimp shit, on some rock shit Some rap rock testosterone rip shit Look inside every magazine you read about me Got an excerpt, your sissy ass crew's afraid to say the fucking f-word Tired of playing games, I don't know the password How's about this open up the damn cash drawer Throw the keys on the dashboard Let the real players play this shit Yah can fucking wretch up?
[Chorus] Pack up get started walking Fall back now on your losses You can't accomplish But you won't defeat no contest baby
Forfeit don't rock the call pit??? Chalk this up as a conquest Some things is sacred I don't play with my stage or my audience
Smooth talking charismatic ass ill Talk you lady outta bra Honda hatchback hand held y'all starved And I'm dangling a shrimp by the fan tail Whole audience about to fall over the handrail I can't tell is that rapping? Dude sound like a fucking parrot just crash landed Man this shit is ass backwards these days real crazy I can count on one hand cats that's truly creative And the rest is all get along go along guys Happy not to get involved just along for the ride No vision, no drive, spirit or wherewithal You can get mad and stay mad at that I don't care at all Huge parafoils keep em cool under a parasol Paragon of my era like sarah born? How many different kinda tracks have y'all heard me on Exactly and I served them all
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I spent ten years in these god forsaken rap trenches With small daily victories this shits a game of inches I sustained minor injuries scuffles with the missus For the chance to make history I don't regret it for a minute Seeing cats drop a small fortune on plush ride blau? Couple years later fools is upside down Tell me what the fuck did you get in this game for It's like a whole world of squirrels only one acorn I don't usually like to take it back But realistically if this was a different era Y'all would fail miserably Ghetto team I'm going in, take me down fifty feet I never let this industry put me in the guillotine Rapelle down the skyscraper kicking in the plexiglass Plastique on the safe boom blown to Leningrad Stuff the cash and the formula in the fifty bag Slide down the rope, twenty stories hail a taxi cab
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Compositores: Tom William Shimura (Asia Born), Soloman David ECAD: Obra #30963609