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{Verse 1}
Just throw up the flag n quit, now ima brag a bit
Rappin bout anythang n still betta than ur faggey sh** /
Let the Truth B. Told, before we all die gettin old
This homo aint gonna show up like appreciated mold/
Chilli pepper kissin with guys, is his only real hot spit
Yo the truth actually means he comin out of the closet/
The most respect you'll get is if you dont even show up
Like chokin on swallowin jizz that fills over a whole cup/
The only this cheat can actually put me in defeat
Is if he cut my lyrics out and had a better beat/
I dont even know you, but i can smell your pray
Never been a snitch, but i can tell you're gay/
This dude is hidin from me, you cant find da pers-o-nals
Crossin dressin homo, this dude got a purse-of-balls/
I lowered ya reputation to diminish his luck
Now ill just leave time to just finish him up/
{Hook}
If your lookin for the heavens just look up to the sky
And know that the truth is we all gonna die/
Just holdin in ya lies, with blood in ya eyes
While im risin above n takin the prize/
{Verse 2}
Let the truth be told, dont hide ya tears
If you still wanna live for the next couple years/
I came back again, comin with the lyrical strike
Thought you had a chance, ha yea right/
Bein a pussy cause ya dont get any love
While ya fallin under, im gonna live above/
Gettin locked up, n they wont let ya out
Spreadin the route, without a doubt/
You still underground, so you gonna get buried
Id feel sorry for ya, if ya were still married/
You just gonna fall to the ground n not make a sound
N hear the people rejoice whenever i come around/
Get in the path of my spit, n yous gonna get hurt
Makin this track while ya homies come to my concert/
Go find ya leprechan cause you lost your luck
You'll never beat me, so just give it up/
{Hook}
If your lookin for the heavens just look up to the sky
And know that the truth is we all gonna die/
Just holdin in ya lies, with blood in ya eyes
While im risin above n takin the prize/
{Verse 3}
Let the truth be told, ive seen that you tried
But all that other pride, just straight up died/
Lookin up to god, just for his own blessing
With silence when holdin the mic is you expressing/
Im sorry yo, you not ever gonna blow
Especially since ya lyrics suck n you have no flow/
While i raise to the top, of hip hop
You gonna have to stop, drop, n roll with a flop/
Look to the left, now look to the right
You betta recognize that my rhymes are tight/
I know yous sick, but do you call that music
Ya girlfriend saw me n now i got a new chick/
Ya opposite of ya name, so you are a fake
Whatever you gonna make, ima have to break/
I lowered ya reputation to diminish his luck
Now ill just leave time to just finish him up/
{Hook}
If your lookin for the heavens just look up to the sky
And know that the truth is we all gonna die/
Just holdin in ya lies, with blood in ya eyes
While im risin above n takin the prize/
{Verse 2}
Like a "motor" ill make ya "roll" on wheels so by next hour it'll "deliver"
Cut you with the "razor" to make ya shiver, and get ya blood to "sliver"/*
With Nas in you mind i can see the real reason hip-hop-is-dead
My verse being a poisonous grinder makin ya barz flip-flop-n-shred/
Now im gonna step on ya and leave my history on you like a foot-print
Makin ya spit look too bad that on the casket they gonna put-tint/
Been on the zone to just attack, switchin to defense like being stuck-in-i-raq
Hoping that you'll record ya sh** to help you run ya verse, so good luck-with-that-track/
One punch n ill break ya glass chest, and take ya last breath
Spittin the venom directly to ya veins to make a fast death/
b*** must like the Bears, for the winter he did high-ber-nate*
Tryin to act tough on the net, fishin for a fight n bein cy-ber-fake/**
Ill stick with the lines, ya double it up, going obsessed with the bars
So i got
