Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Kickin’ a verse, let the words disperse
Into bits of a hit, all across the universe
This old school beat is buff, heavyweight champ
You sweet niggas beats are weak, featherweight scamps
Killin’ ‘em softly with this lyrical chant
Lyrical banter, nope, I’m deadly, I’m cancer
Rap murder enhances my enchantment, no romancer
You’re a ghost, a knock at the door with no answer
I’m humble enough to admit I don’t have it all
But I’ve got enough, least I don’t live in a trunk
I don’t curse, I cuss, I don’t burst, I bust
I don’t fuck with you if you don’t fuck with us
I don’t fuck with no girl if all she do is cluck
Birdbrained bitch, stop havin’ a fit
You’ll get your Gucci bag when you get the money for it
‘Cause I don’t have the money for it, no money for it
Picture imperfect, I take no perfect pictures
A perfect mixture, I’m slicker than liquor
Down a child’s throat from a preacher’s pitcher
Get the picture? I thought I was sick, but they’re sicker
I don’t care much to be a listener of false prophets who are sinners
Just a bunch of old frauds who are bitter
If one shrivels and dies, three more multiply
They want you to see the truth in their gaze, an eye for a lie
Tech with no nine, no AR, no 15
No jewelry that shines, no shoes without shoestrings
No beauties for show, no hookers with g-strings
No coonery defines who I am, this is me
Murder this beat with ease, death spreads like a disease
Violent breezes in the air, let’s proceed to cease the warfare
Guns in the street, unlucky ones centered in crosshairs
Hairpin triggers snuff one by one like foursquare
Twists in my head, twist your spine until you’re dead
Twisted in the head, twist the Kneebone in your leg
Then drink the blood from a keg, mix it with marrow and puss
Get drunk off the wicked, icked, that merrily disgusts, me
[Hook 2x]
Teck the rapper, Jack the Ripper
Method actor
No Insta bragger
No tapper clicker
Huh
Teck the rapper
Te-Te-Teck the rap
Teck the rapper
Te-Te-Teck the rap
Teck the rapper
[Verse 2]
I’m a broke ass rapper, no change for a chump
No 10 for a blunt, a sorry sober little punk
I hang with the craziest of the bunch, no Brady’s in them
There’s no Role Models or Supermen, just Shady’s in them
Manic ass maniacal disembodiers, the notorieters
Humane cleansing, anarchical societers
Who command a plague of rioters to chant their maxim at megahertz
Showing no benevolence to those of no relevance
I see nightmares in my dreams, a vision in a vision
Of a world soon to be dividend, due to our divisions
Due to our politics being treated as religion
Only the brainful separate the fact from the fiction
Only painful solutions seem to be the only solutions
In this world where corruption kills the air more than pollution
Your president is clueless, has nothing to do with
Being a part of a party, just analyze the foolishness
To be honest, I’ll blow without rapping ‘bout guns and blow
Tons of snow, poppin’ xannies, and tons of hoes
Got my own flow, no need to copy
Give me a few years and no one will be able to top me
[Hook 2x]
Teck the rapper, Jack the Ripper
Method actor
No Insta bragger
No tapper clicker
Huh
[Fades]
Teck the rapper
Te-Te-Teck the rap
Teck the rapper
Te-Te-Teck the rap
Teck the rapper
