My next album is coming with free lubrication…. And a mask/
So u don’t see shit coming when I cram it up your ass/
In a vast community/where everybody think being “mass ill” carry no immunity/
I vaccinate plagues/eradicate heads/
Leave emcees indecently exposed- like public nudity.
Everybody be like “yeah he ill with script, flips with the writ”
How come he aint fucken with other clicks? I aint gay bitch
Match the DNA on these crews dicks /now u see how they feeling each other’s shit.
I don’t need a squad that mob and caters to my ego/
I need some fools that are equal/and evil/That play off each other like they were sequels.
Spit flows that drown the globe like a religious experience/
Then cock block all your fucking thoughts like your girls’ periods.
Raw lyrics force-feeding you plenty metaphors/ yawl can’t handle any more/
When I call for war/I spots get blown like cell phone detonators strapped to c-4//
My 1st version/kills with no rehearsing/ son you in the 1st then abort you in 3rd person.
A lot of yawl say I’ve lost my edge/how is that I been giving you 20 min written off the head.
50 percent spitting I seen bitten in pen ink and led/so if it isn’t hating then its envy instead.
While the art of emcee is steadily dying/you ask what the state of hip hop and treat it like a trend/
Tell me I you aint a copy lying to everyone cause you can tell u want to be me him and them.
That’s why I stay me no matter my pseudonym/while you stay sudo to being a male lesbian.
And fuck your friends I don’t care who I offend/they aint here/
Now the only ends/im concerned with is finishing your career.
Inflicting disaster/infecting with cancer/anthrax and subliminal content/
After me your cd cover will be titled blah blah who cares im almost as good as NONCENTZ.
HIT N RUN the family not just a team/are exactly what we seam/
Netcees who cant get on the m.i.c cause we to ill and quarantined.
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