real talk bitchs

ambitious rappers hoping to set goals and acheive dreams
so now they support breast cancer and know what believe means
so narrow minded, im the best they ever seen tho
cause my rhymes will rain on you like the season of el nino
but for me its not a clear welcome, no red carpets or snapshots
not a drug dealer im a normal dude doing his thing w/o packed pot
reaching new levels so im gonna need something to clamp on
my rap will make you bleed out your pussy, so ur gonna need a tampon
your street credits are just about as false as jay-z's retirement
you've made your peak, while my company keeps hiring
authentic retiring? naw i just started to flow sir
this isn't the main course but the hors durv

what it is, what it do, i come in with more ice than a freeza
i started the style, yall trying to sneak it under the bleachas
well, i see ya, so now theres no need to hide
i know your lame, so theres no need for pride
when i rap, i make the rappers mad
cuz its all eyez on me, whatch yall? some type of fags?
back off the merchandise unless youre here to pay me
someone say why theres so many keystylers that look like JD
maybe, i'll mention you in my rhymes if you're "rap worthy"
or maybe i'll diss you like jadakiss if you laugh nerdy
like beanie sigel i can feel it in the air
theres some who hate and some who envy, i can feel it in the stare
i dont have much respect for those who talk rotten
i stay quiet and then laugh when you hit rock bottom
your cash is in my name and your deal is inked with me
murder on my block, top suspect, nothins linked to me
deal with it, it's life, the good guys win
i live happy, when most of your hood cries "sin"
its cool if you got a hotel key, cuz i own the hotel
im the gatorade, you're the watered down version like propel
a lot of talk on getting drunk at parties and collapsin
but i stay away from embarrassment, i guess im old fashioned

laff at me all you want, i'll still smile like i've won the grin test
the real reason im smiling is cause it's you that likes it incest
hyphy, wifey, turfin, lurkin, slappin, rappin, beats a killer
no IOU's, i told the hoe i was gonna bill her
I rep area codes instead of guns filled with caps
i'll make you crap out your mouth like you're pilled with lax (exlax)
im in motion like mac dre, swervin from side to side
couldnt get on my hype if you tried and tried
my rhymes get me higher as if im smoking the herb
for all you haters, ya'll can bend down and bite the curb
clamp hard and chew on it till your mouth bleeds
i dont need you, your loudass is what the south needs
clap clap, from an audience of bullets that ring the streets
got hot rhymes like cas, now i need swizz to bring the beats
nearing 50 bars but i aint satisfied till i make two hundred
taking no breaths, keep rapping till im blue munchkin
stuntin aint just a job but a day to day routine
planted a money tree in my backyard and it grew green
ya ya, struggling and stumbling to spit straight heat
falling apart, bits and pieces and yet you try to stay street
toothpick in your mouth, thinking your running the city like diddy
never heard this many punchlines before, so you look anything but witty

did i stutter when i said im authentic and the rhymes come fresh
too fresh to be stale, rhymes are violent enough to rip flesh
its too raw to be put on the radio and too fresh to be distributed
wait till i die, and see how many songs i get tributed
PAC NAS and TIC, 3 names you have respect for
chose a clear path for my life, so i neglect whores
check stores, i am upcoming and coming soon
i fly in the air, u get stuck in a tree like a cruddy baloon
a lot of daring suckas dont know that the my fully stay loaded
you'll need to take Tums when you swallow my rhymes, cause it'll keep you bloated
how can i rap 65 bars with just straight punchlines
cause this is the music, so bang it straight like frontline
its lunchtime, gonna eat up the cats who flow crooked
put your heart on the pan and just start to cook it
so in that case you can eat your heart out
you're all wrong, you should just repeat your whole start out
start over, and move forward
excel, and cruise toward
skill and talent which you seriously lack
i sound so professional, im seriously black
to put the whip cream on the milkshake, i add the flavor
im sorry if i dont include you in my rhymes now, i'll add you later

new verse, new watch, ask me what time it is
ask me the color of the rims, lemon lime it is
how camron gonna set a style if all he wears is pink
i came to change the game, so i declare we think
knuckle heads and punks will always stay the same
intellectual rappers will always play the game
with your mind and make you feel dumb
your hearts are purple on the inside and out like u peel a plum
rule of thumb, done mess with authentic, the young hustla
hearts drop when my song comes on, cuz ur heart's made of custard
no henny in my cup, i'll drink the water and you can drink piss
my rap gets me places, you couldnt get anywhere with a blank disc
change up, less babbling and more punchlines
remain clutched, lets eat these cheespuffs for lunchtime
the heat my rap brings is just enough to burn a furnace
the rawest rapper alive, when are you faggots gonna learn it
bass slap hard, flow on point, rhymes as fresh as lettuce
i have a thing for making rhymes, i guess you can call it a fetish
your goals, ive broken
your money, i've stolen
i've trespassed places i shouldnt have passed
blow you fatties away, like i shouldnt have gassed
competing against me is a no-no, but i dont care, slut
my rhymes will slice your head in half like a hair cut
what you know about, corner of the street throwing hands and straight turfin
all you're writing contradicts your character, you hate water, but love surfin
you hide secrets from yourself, secretely going to stash rocks
split personality, 3 o clock, living room playing with matchbox
i think i'll throw some people in, legacy choose better words to use
you must have great self confidence, cause you're happy to lose
step your game up, rap is miles away from your skills
son, you couldn't get on my hype even if i gave you THE pills

a lot of you should be doing less typing and more clappin
less fighting and more slapping, you girlies should stop rappin
it's the fat from your mouth thats doing the big flappin
for your rhymes, you should sleep on it, so start nappin
you're gonna feel like an idot when going against me so start laughin
see you on a track, it's your ass that i'm lapping
its your ass that im passing, honk honk it's your ass that im trackin
im tryin yo teach you how to rap, i got the skills that your lackin
follow you to your hideout, and that what's happenin
roll over and die lassy, cause my dawgs will sniff tha crack out ya
had talent in the past, but now you're so so cause i slapped the black out ya
you're so far in rightfield you forgot how to rhyme right
it's your tv thats tuned to me while im in the limelight
and im tight so i'll keep talking and keep everyone excited
i could go on and on about nothing and keep everyone delighted
ignited, my rhymes are on fire, so get the extinguisher
Rokz didn't know i am a pro, so we had to distinguish her
my crowd awaits my arrival, cause they know i'll stunt you all
you dont even get a "good job" when your ass is punc-tu-al
run for your lives, cause i've locked and loaded and im poppin the first i see
shot down the whole street with my rhymes, but i got charged with first degree
prince of dubcc? maybe we'll see how i finish and whats the outcome
you failed being gangster, you wouldnt know anything about dumb

music is beautiful, but it's the wack rappers that corrupt it
challenged to rap battle waged at 100, so i upped it
your nuts, just cup em, cause your terrfied of your counter
you must not know the basics to rapping, i'll call you the out of towner
i dont wear jeans 8 sizes too big and shirts sized at triple XL, so im dull by stare
it's the exact opposite with the chicks, cuz like the ying yang twins they want to pull my hair
my rhymes are drivebys cause when the words go down the rhymes come out
and im gonna keep dropping these punchlines till my tongue runs out
like the bars im dropping these gunz come out sticking to you like magnets
wouldnt be surprised to see you at a strib club clicking with faggots
you can have it, fame fortune and the money
cause the rap you drop is not hard but just funny