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LYRICAL BRASS KNUCKLES
- //VERSE 1:
- I predicted past the first day that this gat would burst,
- and lyricist would commit suicide for just half a verse,
- I'm fuckin' up you kids like priests of the Catholic church,
- and I ain't doin' collabs unless I can hear you rap it first,
- walk up in a cypher screamin' "freestyle wack alert",
- look at my rhymes and see that even in the past it works,
- I'm throwin' emcees down deep into the grass and dirt,
- like a fan in Atlanta stadiums wearin' proud Panther shirts,
- "oh I'm a middle class teenager, emo, I slash, it hurts",
- nobody gives a fuck you bitch, and yes I have to curse,
- get ready for the massacre, yeah you better grab a nurse,
- when I hear today's rap I should drive the blackest hearse,
- at the funeral for hip hop, and before the cops go,
- I should shoot up the mainstream, of course I rock shows,
- but I sport a Glock and live in an extortion box though,
- like Great the King Slayer I got unorthodox flows, yo
- //HOOK (X2):
- Hypocrite critics in turn point fingers, their ass chuckles,
- cynics and little interns and niggas sport brass knuckles,
- at the ready if you have try to criticize their lyrics,
- politicians spit it cynical, good riddens, y'all hear it?
- //VERSE 2:
- I got the cocked Glocks aimed at the hot block top shots,
- corrupt cops, buckshots, much props, I lock spots,
- murdered at a bus stop, y'all bust shots and pop rocks,
- I think the fuck not, look at your mug shot, I got stopped,
- by the fact that hip hop's hypocritical, I hate it hard,
- I pack a piece of paper, pennin' poems as I pray to God,
- Peter Piper couldn't pick a bone, y'all are bustin' slugs,
- so prick just put this in your pipe, and pull the fuckin' plug,
- y'all are tough and rough and love it, I hate rugged thugs,
- they murdered my friend's father, faggots, hustlin' drugs,
- duckin' Feds, touchin' bread, guzzlin' jugs, jugglin' jobs,
- runnin' Lugz, stuck with bugs from undercover cops,
- I ain't got a fuckin' bead, somethin' said to mug and rob,
- maybe it's the racist hatred traits, y'all suck and slob,
- the flows are crazy insane, I got those spasmatic kinds,
- Illmatic times,I'm placin' y'all with multi syllabic rhymes
- //HOOK (X2):
- Hypocrite critics in turn point fingers, their ass chuckles,
- cynics and little interns and niggas sport brass knuckles,
- at the ready if you have try to criticize their lyrics,
- politicians spit it cynical, good riddens, y'all hear it?
- //VERSE 3:
- The flows are crazy insane, I got those spasmatic kinds,
- Illmatic times, I'm placin' y'all with multi syllabic rhymes,
- I pack and blast the nine, my life is horrible and asinine,
- my quotes pick me up more green than an addict's line,
- you and your man are not dope, even wack combined,
- yeah I'm criticizing and dissin', that's how rap's designed,
- y'all got the dumbest cred, with a voice like Pumpkinhead,
- y'all act like you're hard, and end up so stumped instead,
- underground don't dumb it down, kill for lumps of bread,
- music's a race, in in this shit I guess we'll come ahead,
- I drop shit, and it's hot with, the flows cream as crop picks,
- yeah bitch you laced the base, I can tell your pot's thick,
- gettin' pissy drunk, pissin' up a storm, it comes around,
- I'd never dumb it down, the lightning and thunder pounds,
- across the underground, listen when the trumpet sounds,
- see you're dead before you see my face, my stomach growls
- //HOOK (X2):
- Hypocrite critics in turn point fingers, their ass chuckles,
- cynics and little interns and niggas sport brass knuckles,
- at the ready if you have try to criticize their lyrics,
- politicians spit it cynical, good riddens, y'all hear it?
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