Sorry I call everything a bitch
\nThis bitch, that bitch, those bitch, them bitch
\nZed bitch, Z bitch, whatever bitch
\nLet's see if I can get this bitch off here in one go
\n
\nBeat an a rhyme
\nSame time, heat n' combine
\nTo keep it refined
\nOn point and in line
\nAnoint with the fire an flavor
\nHigher behavior
\nThis joint just a taster
\nNo favors
\nNot an option
\nI'm bringin' the props, til I sing in a coffin
\nTalkin' bout trash to spit next
\nThat ass you kiss will leave you lipless
\nJust just rest that life underground
\nMany types come around with hype and no sound (Throw down)
\nLet's see the proof
\nBut most you flutes don't toot the truth
\nRap bout crack n' coke an killin
\nBut there's no gatt that your coat concealin
\nYou hopeless villains
\nStealin' someone's style
\nWhile I let mine run wild
\nI'll just take it back
\nIn a daze
\nHave you diggin' in the crates for scraps
\nEgg em an react, phase in fact
\nRap ridin on a makeshift craft
\nI'm intact with prime impact
\nDesigned to drill your mind with tracks
\nRail-roadin' the rodents to set examples
\nAnd the rest get trampled
\n
\nI know times are changin
\nBut I
\nKeep my rhymes arrangin
\nAnd I
\nKnow that you
\nDon't wanna test the flow
\nJust lookin' for reaction
\nTry to gauge your reaction
\nJust try to get some reaction
\n
\nI know times are changin
\nBut I
\nKeep my mind arrangin
\nAnd I
\nKnow that you
\nDon't wanna test the flow
\nJust lookin' for reaction
\nTry to gauge your reaction
\nJust tryin' to get some reaction
\n
\nTell me mo
\nTion, on a roll
\nBout to bowl with jelly in the domino's
\nCause and effect over obstacles
\nRaw an direct to the pot o gold
\nTaught to flow
\nFrom Pac an Moke
\nNow I got waves to rock ya boat
\nClock the ghost
\nPast midnight, get nice
\nScratch it like a dj with head-lice
\nWhile he on meth Ice
\nThe best nights
\nDon't matter if ya dead wrong or dead right
\nSplatter on fed cops an read rights
\nFaster to go beyond them red lights
\nOne time
\nDon't gotta be said twice
\nDirect flight to jet to the next height
\nItch for a hit like insect bites
\nI don't respect fights just to get 'likes
\nInstead, mics
\nBlown to pieces
\nCome correct with the rep once told in thesis
\nCan't own or lease this
\nPay homage at least bitch
\nEvery tree ain't the peach-tits
\nBut take a deep sniff through your nose
\nLet it blow like"fire in the hole!"
\nSlices of my back arms
\nMake me look like a junkie with some track marks
\nBut I'm a tin bashar
\nWho just wanna work fast, hard
\nWith no lunch eats
\nNo perks for every bit of grief
\nAnd very little sleep, cause soon as work's complete
\nI'm in this heat seat, Workin' these beats
\nCertainly sheep will imitate (Tate)
\nEverything they think is great
\nLong as there's distinction made
\nBetween these screens
\nAnd the ink on page
\nThe rage and reaction
\nIs it staged, Or real as Maxzen?
\nOur brains are so based on fiction
\nWe lackin' an actual name to depict it (Non)
\n
\nAnd I know times are changin
\nBut I keep my mind arrangin
\nAnd I know that you
\nDon't wanna test this flow
\nJust lookin' for reaction
\nTryna gauge your reaction
\nJust tryna get some reaction
\n
\nI know times are changin
\nBut I keep my rhymes arrangin
\nAnd I know that you
\nDon't wanna test the flow
\nJust lookin' for reaction
\nTryna gauge your reaction
\nJust tryna get some reaction
\n
\nI think I can, (Fuck this shit)
\nI know I can (Ya fuckin' right)
\nI can, I can, I know I can, I think I can (No fuckin' way)
\nI think I can
\nI think I can
\nI know I can
\nI think I can
\n
\nFuck the streams
\nI just let leak
\nPiss on your technique
\nIf you think you're the shit on a wet streak
\nBeats beat that ass into next week
\nRepeat on smash
\nDelete that trash
\nUnless you're really gonna go flex some heat
\nThen keep on pass
\nDirect with the drive an the dream on draft
\nDissected to dive in the deep and adapt
\nKeep it intact
\nNo need to go too fast with the cream of the craft
\nWith a queen in your lap
\nJust lean and sit back
\nDon't let the demons react
\nAnd if it seems that the rap takin' over me
\nCause I'm seasoned and packed in a rolled up leaf
\nHola beach
\nSi como hold-a-peach
\nMy limbs got all the reach
\nYou can't get over me
\nYou need me like a notary
\nSo contact the older me
\nYou nosy freaks can leave a message on the rotary
\nAnd I'll get right back, I swear
\nI declare, That I care
\nYou're quite a scare
\nWith your righteous stare
\nLike a rat-sized bear
\nSomething's there, Beware
\nI heard a rustle in that dumpster there
\nThe one full of young shunned underwear (scumbag unaware)
\nAll you creeps better come prepared
\nThese kids need to sleep in peace on their pillow
\nNot need a piece kept under there
\nAnd may the fathers of all school shooters
\nBe neutered
\nSo those kids could never get guns from their
\nPunch drunk marriage
\nAnd be some dumb, punk, terrorist
\nSon of a bitch, Son of embarrassment
\nThere he went, Tryin' to get a reaction
\nAnd ends up another kid in a casket\n\n
