The Most Feared Audio Ever
To Perfect Cause: pride before destruction; humility before elevation. There's always education for the ignorant. Whatever u wanna do after this is cool; I've already made my point here, and I think the people around you would agree.
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Story behind the song
Pride. A bunch of ignorant, same ol same wannabe MCs stinkin up the atmosphere, refusing to elevate cuz they honestly believe they wrote the book, ya know? Running at the mouth, not giving cats their due. I never said I was the greatest cuz I'm not the greatest, so once I smoke these cats it'll prove they DEFINITELY ain' the greatest, and we can kill all that pride and get back to elevating.
Lyrics
I wouldn’t dare try this with a serious crew, ‘cause all it really takes is one or two/
But here I am in front of you, the statement is made, now PC tell me whatchu wanna do/
TAGE, it’s like u spit ya rhymes for minimum wage, vocab like you ain’t even of age/
Lacking primal rage u never change meaning death is approaching welcome to ya final stage/
Got the nerve to take a no-show DQ to avoid losing by KO like a coward/
Wu Tang warrior? Please, you’re a disgrace, I’ll have Haven pick ya funeral flowers/
Take ya’ll cats back to Pearl Harbor, you can watch KAMIKAZE die for nothing major/
Crashed into somebody too hard for him so he backed out like double-or-nothing wagers/
MOFLO, just cuz you keep talking it doesn’t mean that your freestyle is friggin dope/
Shut down the Burger King around ya way without ya throne, you couldn’t even cope/
NOTEZ is on the scale but can’t get down having trouble hitting G major in particular/
Passed Notez and let someone else take em I mean he couldn't be too heavy look who picked him up/
OMB, what the h3ll? know good and well if you ever got caught then you’d be jailbait/
What are you 12? all you drop is perfect contradiction and should be ruled a stalemate/
G.SHELLZ, but where ya rhymes at, got the nerve to call me e-thug, how ironic/
I’m GUILTY, as so many shells hitcha ya body ya execution looks electronic/
On the West Coast Perfect Cause is the Nigga Wigga Alliance starring YOUNGBALLA/
On the East they Dip and switch Sets, Roc ‘n’ diamonds, Biggie and screamin “Young, holla”/
LAYLOW skip the y, lo-and-behold I bring the Law it’s your genesis and your judgment/
Sink my teeth into ya cuz seeing thru ya ain’t as hard as you act coconut-fudge-mint/
HEADACHE if you hard-headed that ain’t a problem; I’ll crack ya nuts and make you swallow em/
Give LETHEL direction with sharp points arrows make your arrogant fellow faggots follow em/
You don’t rep the streets, you’re the side-walk side-shows, and side-talking side-kicks/
Spittin from the side-lines of the game any real thugs wouldn’t even let you ride wit/
YOU'D probably run up in my crib and bust imaginary guns, with the safety on/
Cross the street and die from the suspense, while waiting for me to burn down ya safety zone/
When I’m done skeetin this immersion ya’ll gon need to CUM-clean like spiritual conversions/
Ya SQUIRMIN cuz ya’ll were only screwing around before come to find out ya lyrical virgins!/
SNAP ya necks and then lean-wit-it, turn ya world upside down and throw the South up/
Wit the same silver spoons I’ll make Perfect Cause eat enough words to blow their mouth up/
Ain NONE of ya’ll, ESPECIALLY Perfect Cause, EVER called me out before except for Doobie/
So S T F-U!, cuz when it boils down ya’ll obviously realize this AIN’T a movie/
I got ya crew cataloged in the morgue; bodies folded up like clothes in a drawer/
That I’m too big to wear anymore, and the Salvation Army couldn’t save for the poor/
I KNEW I’d hafta get ugly witcha that was before I even seen ya myspace accounts/
Since ya’ll like to get in personal space but throw no punches we’ll just forfeit the count/
On HIP HOP’s jock, reppin Lego blocks like you need Proof, to tell you you’ve been shot/
YOU can rest in peace for real even though all you spit is a trailer for gangsta movie plots/
AND I don’t care, what hood you rep cuz when, M-Cs shout out they don’t name you/
Playin hard when if a crime was committed in NY the PD couldn’t even frame you/
Matter fact New York has been LOSING RESPECT because of you funhouse mirror reflections/
How the h3ll you write rhymes in circles but claim that somehow your Cause is nearing Perfection?!/
If it’s one thang I know for certain ya faces will never be in another’s avatar/
Cuz ya only wannabe gangstas, you'd be dead before your skin even heals up to scars/
AND you're not playas more like the little character on the screen, that’s under control
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