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Story behind the song
This was written to those cats who occassionally jump out of character...its not a hard diss...just a message.
Lyrics
Clay Verse 1
I got alot a haters, naysayers who like my flavor
Wit this pen and paper, im forced to battle these traders
My crews unstoppable, can't stop, we dropin you
Styles remarkable, none of em can do what I can do
Now im stuck spittin tracks on those who turned their backs
Verses are wack, im droppin more bombs than iraq
yah niggas know the name, that came and changed da game
A step away from fame, I step away from these lames
Switchin changin lanes, forced to visualize da pictures I paint
Da new saint from god, ya own faults is this rappers gain
I gave them recognition before I saw they were fake
Visualized their traits, saw kids that were rappin under age
Contained no knowledge, only saw what they wanted to see
They asked for da truest, blinded then they saw it was me
I got a message hidden in every one of my raps
Don't ask, instead understand that im da best in my class
A lyrical holocaust, burnin anything on my course
Appointin ya corpse to ya reflection wit no remorse
Wanna know who da best, then let my lyrics hit ya chest
I reach best intrests. so now im coming to collect
Chorus X2
Who you think is da best, let my lyrics hit ya chest
Im as real as it gets, so none of yah neglect my text
Bring death to da rest, in pieces till nothins left
Im not done yet, im elevatin faster than jets
Clay Verse 2
I had predictions and visions of rappers who wouldn't listen
I studied their missions and saw a new type of envy had risen
I stood on my own grounds, found admirers who envied da crown
Too many I couldn't count, I was worshipped by large amounts
Im saving these lost souls, niggas wit sloppy flows
Messy like sloppy joe, niggas who wanna coppy flows
But thats how cocky goes, they can't handle their own
Chasin my throne but they can't take me out of my home
If you likin what you hear then you know whats real
those who immate the real I could never feel
Caught between two lives, cold heart and soft cries
Da lord by my side im what you feelin inside
Picture my pride and you know know what im like outside
My death collides wit my life until I can no longer fight
Die for my beliefs, would never beg for my release
Son of the streets, watchin birds cut da sky so it can bleed
I saw three letters, so I slowy loaded my baretta
Already fed up, controllin small topics so they think they betta
Chorus X2
Who you think is da best, let my lyrics hit ya chest
Im as real as it gets, so none of yah neglect my text
Bring death to da rest, in pieces till nothins left
Im not done yet, im elevatin faster than jets
Clay Rhonic Verse 3
I could Kick you some knowledge but you still couldn't acknowledge
My thoughts or facts cuz ya too caught up in da politics
So im forced to contradict my feelins to those who spit
Stubborn wit disputes, its like im battlin wit little kids
Im keepin it realistic, cherish my lyrics when they pay you a visit
Friend to critics but foe to those who never had a mic lifted
Yet they become critics wit ratings that aren't realistic
Riding each others dicks, makin each other look pathetic
Now im dr. phill, maybe its cuz what I spit is ill
Hot off the grill, dis beef cookin up is about to spill
Don't like what I say, just understand what you hear
To make things clear, im a problem that can't disappear
Change ya identity but all snakes eventually become enemies
Evidently you only know how to re invent beef
Close topics but you can't stop da thoughts ive provided
the truth has spoken and you can't deny it
Chorus X2
Who you think is da best, let my lyrics hit ya chest
Im as real as it gets, so none of yah neglect my text
Bring death to da rest, in pieces till nothins left
Im not done yet, im elevatin faster than jets
