[Hook]
Yo, I'll spit the hardest before I drop the mic
Drop tha mic, drop tha mic
Run circles around you, before I drop tha mic, drop tha mic
[Verse 1]
I hit hoes on the 1st night
Red and yellow, black and white
Red alert, has anybody seen my p**y cat
I'd Dress to k**, Swingin' Swords Where I Rest At
I'll blow up minds like dynamite
Fight with all the might as I come at ya tha night
sh** is gettin' heavy but I'm a bit pecky when it comes to chosen rhymes for my raps
When I rap, I collapse on myself as I sit and relapse while thinkin' of goin' into a time lapse and go faster like hip-hop is what I'm after, it is
I'm tryin' to gain attention, my intention of bein' a rapper for this nation and build up the new hip-hop generation
With the rappers, who'll make ya feel good inside
I'll be poppin' up and my alter ego that acts like Hyde
[Hook]
Yo, I'll spit the hardest before I drop the mic
Drop tha mic, drop tha mic
Run circles around you, before I drop tha mic, drop tha mic
[Verse 2]
I will not yet drop the mic, drop the muthaf**in' mic
Follow the light to the future of what is comin'
I'll spit the hardest before I drop the mic
Put the whack rappers down for their music that is sh**e
How come the word sh**e isn't a real word
Jealous of my hoes
I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes
This Gangsta chronicles feeds minds of
I'm in need of love
I saw you with them freak hoes
Holdin daggers up and lettin you decide
Keep the nine on my side
Scrapping with them n***as from the other side
A brand new vision of a brand new ride
This accident, was a cover up for homicide
If you don't know, I've defined it
Got my paws frostbit, with six screens lit
You be a church mouse in Perb house, ya'll heard?
Whether you laugh or not I'm a trust in His word
Down South Screwed Up Click, is the motherf**ing sh**
[Hook]
Yo, I'll spit the hardest before I drop the mic
Drop tha mic, drop tha mic
Run circles around you, before I drop tha mic, drop tha mic
[Verse 3]
When the time tic Pipe rhyme sick
Two raps to perform, only one so take your pick
Every motherf**in body that owns somebody in this b**h
Love and restrict only benefit the rich
Big Hands, n***a... I got the mic...
Coud it be another side effect of inner hate?
Patient under God, walk around town megahard like
Got love and I don't want it, who's teachin' me hate?
You been followin' my work and every thing I do
'cuz if you disrespect me then you'll be dead too
If you want beef, then my heat gon' blow
Should I stay or should I go?
Murder ballet, watch your back
Better be remotivated wit a mack 10
And now I'm trippin off a uncle named Sam
Will you take me as I am
Forth and back, spark a Phil', then mack, black
We bang on n***as like we playin the drums
From the same city, same broken slums
This is my life, so who ready for war
What awaits you after d**h, rub the lamp and explore
And here the test comes
Pull up in a six-hundred convertible
I've been around since the planet was inhabitable
Cause when you get rich, other n***as start to b**h
A handle with an axe at the end of my clutch
We close to the hits, so close, we won't switch
[Hook]
Yo, I'll spit the hardest before I drop the mic
Drop tha mic, drop tha mic
Run circles around you, before I drop tha mic, drop tha mic
[Outro]
Yo, muthaf**ers, I ain't gonna drop the mic yet
Ceeingee
NC Origan
Jolly f**in' Sid
2016
My label, Raptronic Records
Ya'll better know, I ain't a person to f** with
I call myself the bad boy of rap, that's because I rap viciously
Vezahl here too, Origan's ego
The other side of him, he'll not drop the mic yet too