キー: F minor•
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Verse 1
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Fuck it with
the heavy metal shit,
niggas can't deal with it
Ain't a nigga left on the roster,
gotcha
Spittin' up blood all over
your microphone,
imposter
Run for the hills,
Billy, cause I spot you
spittin' that wax shit
Guzzle this vodka, relax,
kid, hell is where
you're leadin' to I know you don't believe in hell,
but hell
believes in you, sucker
Next time you see me,
your lips gon' pucker
Kiss my stankin' ass, payback was a bitch,
now she's a bad motherfucker
Foot, fist, and thought,
three of the deadliest weapons
My soul's ice cold, no hot steppin'
Claiming you did a bid, dude?
Kill the drama
The only beat spelling you ever been in
was your mama's comma
Meaning the pause
Got your one -legged critics
crawling on all fours
Unmaster the world, this is my cue
Now pain has a face, kid,
allow me to show it to you
Now get up on the stage,
MC, if you will
But when it comes to the mic,
MC, kill or be killed
I know there are many
different versions of skill
But when it comes to the mic,
MC, kill or be killed
You the first lil' piggy to be slaughtered
by the wolf's rhyme
But in this rhyme, I'm the third swine
I built a brick house, it's all mine
I'm spittin' acid, kid
The burn's got your face
down in your casket, kid
What?
Man to man, callin' back
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Every man for himself
Success will not be measured by wealth
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We a brand
For brain, it's a delicacy
My rhyme was written,
you claimed that's a relevant beat
Cause you was wack from the beginning,
I had your head spinning
And now you're all upset cause
your girlfriend's clinging
I mean to be rude, shootin' first cause
they got hella niggas out there
Who would eat my food,
dude, including you, dude
I swing at competition like a fiend,
swing a mood
And shine with the veteran
and rookie all -stars
I make love with
Venus and
World
War with
Mars
Cause a rap czar's attack
must be astronomical
A
Castro grip or hip -hop
would be phenomenal
But for now, straighten your spine,
stand proud
Versace is that nigga who
be tapping at your brow
Soldier,
my tolerance for disobedience is now over
Kid, let's see who's bolder
Giving you the cold shoulder
Freeze, missed the first pitch
Now your grip's choked up,
bitch, please
Used to represent your hood,
came gunning for me
Now you're at the purgatory,
gates of rhyme runnin' for me
You got on the stage,
MC, you were real
But when it comes to the mic,
You lost, so the next lifetime,
you cut a deal
When it comes to the mic,
MC, killer be kill
You know, sometimes, you just gotta say
Fuck a nigga
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