[Verse 1]
So they're expecting another sex line slutty rhymes well I ain't got the time
When you mention Hip-Hop that don't even come to mind
Honestly I'm thinking tape decks and boombox cassettes
Back in the 80's when your prized possession wasn't a latex
But now we got to question what's real
Since your appearance comes first to get a deal
I ain't trying to get aquainted but you want to cop a feel
Typical thirst' sorry but I'm focused going in for the kill
Seems all you need nowadays is a hook I got'em shook
They notice I refuse to play it by the books
I've got your attention been flooded with questions
If you're gonna talk smack make me an honourable mention
Here to spread some information for the misinformed
Bringing a womans value back please don't be alarmed
We need to stay educated seems were underrated but I'm here
To debate it our generations falling off I'm ready to save it
[Verse 2]
Mic check 1, 2 1, 2
Better make room whenever the crew come through
This is Moses parting the red sea
So step back a few paces then sit on the bench please
Because I don't hear nothing about the moves you make
Pantomime, who want to go toe to toe with a samurai?
Truth unload a nine' Skee an accessory to the crime
And I guarantee that Q will be the Alibi
So the fact of the matter remains
Everytime I touch a mic another casualtys slain
I could show you where to start I'm a lyrical sketch artist
Should of quit when you could of but you didn't you Brett Favre'd it
Pretty pitiful the youngest be the realest in the city
Full of suckers that ain't fitting our interval
We everything that you n***** pretending to be
So step your lyrical weight up before you ever try and step in this league
[Verse 3]
I'm feeling like I got premier spinning' so it's only right that I slaughter this
And shut it down like I'm rolling with the Anonymous
So effortlessly like Ryan Leslie put me before
Anything that is living' and I'm bound to leave it deadly
What rapper would want to challenge me?
This game is Pokemon and you ain't hurting nothing like a wild Caterpi
What matters to me? Nothing much!
Cause mind is matter so I mind all what matters the rest is tangled like a double dutch
Suddenly they buggin like all of these youngins suck
Cause the cypher decyphered encrypted locks and with such
Potent delivery and structure' vision and sheer calamity
... I felt the dropping of careers into their vanitys
The flows insanity running like there's a dam in me
A bar for bar with skee is like a walk in art gallery
I'm Van Gogh before the ear cut
I been around the block and back' 96 Camry
[Verse]
New money ain't new to how a dollar feel
Y'all niggaz old money two dollar bills
Mont real but a lot of niggaz crown fakes
While you tripping you could tell me how the ground taste
Insufficient, not in my vocabulary
Self-sufficient you should check the saluary
New broads f****** with the old entourage
And new straps give the feds a probable cause
They want us locked behind bars that's probably because
We don't take nights off that's not for the squad
We go and get it in the morning' breakfast
Getting new money even while I take naps
Forget deep sleeps' I don't take those
Because if the feds kick my door they getting eight o's
This the third day I've seen'em in plain clothes
I know they seen me too' in the same clothes
I'm trying to get the Range Rove got to save though
The first time I whipped it up I got the game froze
I asked a chop if it was bling he didn't say no
He didn't say nothing' I think his brain froze
I'm in my own lane though you in my rear view
White diamonds by the pool looking clear blue
And chrome straps got you niggaz looking scared too
Come out and play we'll look at it from a fair view
Walking to Fairview' with a Ralph swag
My bitch is looking just as bad with a Ralph bag
She got a long nose in it let your mouth brag
True Religions on my ass let the pouch sag
Homies ran away' get they ass back
These niggaz know who we are put the mask back
They tried to take a stack bring a couple stacks back
But leave the dead bodies' they could have that
Same grind, new year, new cake too
These niggaz ain't getting nothing looking cake proof
I got to cake too' I need it everyday
I'm in a suede suit with Ashley & Mary K
They my twin hoes' they hold twin 4's
That'll make your ass jump like a skipping rope
I got to pitch and hope' for a better day
So I could stop' and get it in a better way
credits
from Hip-Hop Forensics Vol. 1,
released February 5, 2013
Written by Generale Q, TruthVybez, ElonSkee & Mac.
Production by AllRounda.
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