Your shit is pop like pop rocks with joke rhymes like knock knocks
Who got props? The kid who`s rising like hot stocks
In a bear market, watch as I spark it like a Zippo
Emcees is hungry like hippos but ignore when I flip those
Lyrical flapjacks your mack raps are so droll
So as I stroll down memory lane y`all was so-so
Wack production with no original intent
Results in a bullshit release and the sales don`t make a dent
In the money that you`re oweing so your mama`s hoeing
Try to pay the bills with no skills and no flowing
Experience is vital but if you worshipping idols like money
It`s fucking funny how a dummy like you raps like a mummy
Your shit is bummy, and your exterior ain`t calm
Stressing on your broke ass like broke glass from a neutron bomb
So as you taste defeat and make to meet your maker
I`ll break a beat so take a seat you motherfucking faker
Don`t even start with me you can`t dishearten me by showing me
All the bullshit records hitting hard from artists that`s blowing the
Dick of their collective disrespective record labels
Telling fables of large money when their ass is getting set up to be shot
POP POP to 2 that flocked and sold some units
The brothers behind the triggers serving their rulers like some eunuchs
So Mista Puffy No Nuts smiled when he saw those guts
`Cause artists make the most money when they`re dead, and their family`s fucked
Who`s screaming conspiracy? Not me, but please see
Who has got the most to benefit from a bullet in an emcee?
Do ya feel me? Nothing can save you
`Cause this is the season of some ill ass behavior
Fuck the set up by my producer if that happens it`s suicide
And no motherfuckas left wondering how the fuck I died
My mouth is bitter from the nasty taste of defeat
Put your money where your gun is, and keep that shit up off the street
Take a seat
Let me give you a chair for your fat ass `cause I need to explain something
I`ve been in this for years through tears heartache and bluffing
I never got shook by an emcee with a quicker styler than me they bore me
I be the creative one of the bunch eating suckers for lunch blah blah blah end of story
So what`s happened to the unfortunate few, the unfortunate crews that faced me
I defaced statues of their mothers brothers and others closely related (`till they hated me)
Then I embarass them in public with polysyllabic rhymes
While their monochromatic topic choices get squashed in these highly developed lines
Artists and partisans can`t claim to be harder than the hardest bends and
Twists and turns in these lyrical mazes diasporic behaviors by Laze it`s
Yet another corner of the style that Bone Thugs couldn`t harmonize
And others digging they way straight to Hell as they watch my Buddhist karma rise
So what`s the next plateau for me like Ultramag`s first release
Cure a disease? Oh brother please, been there done that and ate the feast
My lyrics tick like sand in the hourglass and I expand these beats
`Till they burst at the seams things ain`t what they seem remember that when we meet
Take a seat
