Free download
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#43,624 today
Peak #504
#3,648 in subgenre
Peak #46
Author
Meta4ik/ Kill Bill Productions
Uploaded
May 08, 2011
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:34
Lyrics
There's no way the sh** you spit could alarm me
I spray Krylon, scribble scriptures of sharpie
Rap is fake as the lips and tits of a barbie
So I'm built to murk like missiles sent from the army
Raised on Rakim, early Nas cassettes
So with rhymes you gon need thirty squads to test
Nursed ink from my mom's breast while I listened to Kane
And took Premo beats like intravenous hits to the vein
Wept to Pac's rhymes when I couldn't keep composure
Hip Hop's in my hemoglobin so I bleed the culture
I wrote that at 14, today it's even more true
F*** wack rappers and whatever peeps endorse you
Started when rap was just a mass of 50 clones
Still my flow hurts like I'm passin kidney stones
Match for DNA that you'd extract from Biggie's bones
I am dope as mothaf*** in half a sticky zone
Step to me and I'ma smash a notch in your spine
If I don't blow catch me strapped with rockets and mines
I'm the king, you just castin rocks at the shrine
Sick from birth, can-cer's my astrological sign!
Raised by the Sunshine, that was my grandmother's name
She taught me there's no reason that you can't love the rain
Gave me the type of memories that fan summer's flames
F*** with my fam, get your damn brother slain
You don't ever wanna match wits with this guy
My bars'll leave you with smashed ribs if ya try
Find your mother then I blast jizz in her eye
You'll never see me like the last digit of pi
Rap sicker than fly, That isn't a lie
Your song so wack that you should ad lib it with sighs
I'll rob your work for big macs, chicken and fries
If you wanna box, that sh** isn't wise
I'm a gi-ant, you cat's miniature size
You couldn't throw a hook bass fishin' with guys
I'm the motherf*** in type to harvest organs and limbs
Graft em back and leave you carved to portions again
Listen... My sharpened sword is the pen
Rap without me is like eatin lard and pork in a gym!
It doesn't make sense, you f*** in' fake b***
You really shouldn't touch me like underage chicks
If you wanna battle you should get a roster formed
And understand that the sh** I spit is not the norm
Skinny jean f** slit your wrist and rock to korn
You kids should not perform/ Leave you ripped then chopped and torn
Roll wit a locust pack, my click has got to swarm
And you're bout as hard as an infant watchin porn
Force as great as gashes from four serrated slashes
Like Dr. Doom with toxic fumes of chlorinated gases
How I'm burnin sh** I must be born to play with matches
Never be a slave gettin forced to take his lashes
Before I do that, I'll burn the flag with pride
Stem the propaganda til I'm turnin back the tides
Murkin politicians til the urge is satisfied
Til persons cast aside see their worth as magnified
I just went o-ver your head like a scuba mask
Then I get your girl wet as a loosened flask
Quit talkin like you measure Bermuda grass
You can't push keys, like F's in computer class
This is for Sharma, my closest glimpse of an angel
Saw you passed and my hope just shifted an angle
found you withca bones and ligaments mangled
Wept into my sleeve, soaked it thicker than maple
Feelin braindead as folks addicted to cable
These the kinda wounds won't get fixed with some staples
I been throwed off since I learned to pack a dewbie
See in black and white... Turner Classic movies
There's no way you nerds could blast an uzi
So I kill you mice like I'm murkin Ratatoulie
? Jeff Harris 2011
