This is Dedicted to the fake artist that blah blah blah repetitively on tracks.
Lyrics
From Bushwick to Crown Heights
from Crown Heights
to Jamaica
I push this for life
damn right
to see what you made of
They say your as strong
as your weakest link
you rusty
dust them thangs off ya Jesus piece
You see
I ain't the 1
i'll keep em at a stand still
brandish the tommy
& hand em to the landfill
Geez
can't nothin save ya
when a clipful
spit thru & ruin ya tissue
(laughs)
This is Dedicated to Fakeness
hey b***
cause of my lyrics ya makin the papers
Where is he at?
front page very scary
he's also inside
the comics & obituaries
hah hah
he's like pee wee
i laugh when i see him
but that don't mean
that i really wanna be him
See ummmm...
there ain't no odds & evens
we rush & attack
but don't leave no bodies breathin
We make hits galore
and tour on spaceships
(y'all make sh** to fall off
& go out tasteless)
We know we done came up
& y'all jus basic
thanks to greatness
(this is dedicated to fakeness)
