Poetic / Von Poe Vii returns after a three month tour in Europe with Gavlyn and Papa J. to address the constant friction from the "LA Scene" in regards to them and Organized Threat. This song / video is to be viewed as a direct response to Phora's "No Other Way" as well
[VERSE 1]
I dedicate this to that modern day hypocrisy/
And while I'm laughing at the irony/
I swing my battle axe ferociously/
Please don't mistake this as an act of comradery/
A verbal lobotomy to that drama/
I'm praying for karma when you fall off and/
I'm stating the facts for those who love to hate/
These lame a** n***as/
Who tried to take the cake/
From the ones who paved the way for you s**as/
A bunch of dead weight burning bridges for that payload/
I'm about to blow them up like Waco/
Nobody move unless I say so/
You was trying to knock that n***a KR
For sounding like Kendrick/
When you stole your style from Drake n***a/
Your whole life is a gimmick/
Plus that silly verse was wack/
Was all talk minus the facts/
Cause trying to say he copied KDot is like calling you a rat/
n***as get laid out/
It's old news dunny/
That sh** is played out/
You ain't built for the battle rap scene/
You're too emotional like Britney/
Trying to call yourself a man when you had your baby aborted/
This n***a's pinker than the p**y that he nutted in/
Trying to box with the god/
[Hook / Scratches]
How you call your people family
When you ain't got no loyalty
Now the Threat is Organized
I got them all mortified
[VERSE 2]
I heard this mothaf**a Phora wanted to challenge me/
You're bananas G/
My Wolf Brigade brings a tragedy/
To everything that you're commanding B/
Like how you gonna flex when you're named after a perfume/
And the first four letters of your name spell out the word Mark/
"Ain't gotta hit him like that god"/
Of course I do/
"See Kendrick got this little homie really thinking he's tougher than you"/
Word? He's softer than glue/
Better believe that/
I heard that he got stabbed up in the back/
And turned a rat within the same day/
f** yaw mean?/
And Eskupe did his thing with the beat/
But even Slug was sitting like/
"Yo lyrically this sh** is wack to me"/
You breaking bread with house n***as/
That can't survive in the field/
And I'm feeling bad/
Because your legacy's a tragedy still/
Who k**ed Fredo?/
You a pon dun/
You get smacked around by Mo Green/
My n***as are winning like Charlie Sheen/
In a limousine full of groupies/
I'm finding it ironic all the words that you choose to speak/
I'll show no sympathy for the weak/
The Holy Lands are for the meek mothaf**a/
[Hook]
[VERSE 3]
Watch me put an end to the rep of this mothaf**a/
He went from Yours Truly to OGT/
Then back to YT/
After dropping all of its original members/
Minus Eskupe/
See that's a bad look/
I know my competition and you ain't one of them/
You ain't JMega The God/
That Megallah or Papa J./
Trying to rep the West/
This n***a had the nerve to diss 2Mex/
Leave you buried up in a box for that virginity you took/
Up in the back of your car seat/
Just like a villainous crook/
You left that underage on the curb/
Just like a throw away book/
That's what you told me/
Before you drove off with her blood on your shirt/
And baby Marco telling lies that cancer show was a myth/
I'm knowing he sold a bunch of merchandise/
And didn't split a cent of it/
A dollar at the door brings all the kids to the floor/
With extra money up in their pockets to spend at the store/
I saw the check for over a grand/
17 with a 93 but what is that/
When you're claiming that your making 7 thousand a show/
You ain't a thug just cause you posted up on the block/
With a bunch of middle aged men/
In front of a closed liquor store/
And the entire scene was waiting on this response/
And I'm feeling f**ed up/
Cause we was suppose to battle them odds/
To keep it honest with you/
I ain't mad at you brother/
I'm more upset with them older n***as/
Surrounding you brother/
Cause if they really gave a f**/
Then they'd be advising your brother/
Instead of treating you like product/
Misguiding you brother/
But honestly I'm disappointed/
At these darts you've been throwing/
Cause you've been stabbed a couple times/
You know the wrath of the Omen/
You know I'm trying to push myself/
While I'm maintaining this business/
f** your description/
You couldn't walk a fraction of the distance/
So father please forgive em/
They don't know what they do/
And plus Phora's still a kid/
He ain't got nothing to prove/
Dearly departed/
And his pops was never dealing with that heron/
You was never a crack baby/
Nor were you born in the 80s/
That's why I find it kind of funny/
When you're claiming to rep the 90s/
Cause by the time you started walking/
Biggie and Pac had buried listen/
One life to live/
So why you burning these bridges/
Play your position playboy/
And stick to singing to these groupie b**hes/
Cause all that tough talk/
Is just gonna get you washed up/
Or get you mobbed up/
We overseas my n***a watch us/
The children think it's Gavlyn/
I'm talking Yarah Bravo/
I'm talking f**ing Sara/
Shout outs my n***a Kwervo/
Shout outs my n***a Ruman/
Shout outs my n***a H.V./
Big ups my sister Soulcat/
Shout outs my brother Mike Steez/
[VERSE 4]
What's the word/
I get the vibe that Reverie is still talking sh**/
So let me set the record straight for all you highschool kids/
She ain't a thug or a bad b**h/
Her tagging style is wack as sh**/
And her daddy was a millionaire before she started rapping/
So stop the acting/
And I would have said more over a beat/
But I met with Murs out in Europe/
And he requested that I squash the beef/
[VERSE 5]
And now I'm locked up in the mental of Salomon's Temple/
My enemies co*k and fire/
But their bullets are pebbles against my missiles/
When the f** are you LA n***as gonna start to respect me/
I've gone against the grain/
And battled with anyone who's tried to step to me/
Organized Threat/
Mothaf**as fake that loyalty for the payload/
And you ain't "iLL" just cause you say so/
Nasty Nas is Esko/
Look at the nerve of these n***as/
Leave battle scars against your figure/
You ain't Suspenseful dawg/
You a groupie/
Riding Phora's dick for attention/
f** your religion when you're dealing with that gwap/
And you ain't from the block/
These Harvey Dent a** rappers are praying that I flop/
See I should have my little niece drop a 16 into your whole flock/
These mothaf**as is all talk/
Trust me I've met them personally/
I'm that riverside reppa/
The Phantom of The Orchestra/
Shaking hands with the coroner/
Walking on the path to Mordor/
I've decided that I'm the one so I don't need your respect/
Cause most of these rappers are afraid of dying/
So they've been feared d**h/
And if I was Latin like Papa J./
You'd all be nodding your heads/
Or if this was written by Kendrick Lamar/
You'd probably say I'm the best/
Pouring out my rosary/
n***as that want to battle me/
You see I'm laughing at the irony/
A Monolith quoting Stephen King/
Cause if I ain't a threat/
Like a crowd of dozens claim to speak/
Then why the hell are the rappers that you look up to/
Taking shots at me/
I'll k** them all I'll k** them all/
Pour that gasoline on their families/
These mothaf**as are carbon copies/
I've studied the alchemy/
Got me writing up these hotels/
Spitting venom against the white walls/
You ain't gotta like me/
But you will respect my word and my balls/
I know you hate to hear the facts/
But yo I'm better than you all/
I'm the underdog/
You see they never thought I'd make this far/
I'm having dinners out in Switzerland/
Business meetings in Germany/
Don't bother me/
You local n***as are basically a mockery/
It's that Organized Threat/
And we on the come up/
All my soldiers throw your guns up/
n***as acting like they ain't a fan/
Cause they ladies love us/
I know some people are going to be upset with this track/
But you gotta ask yourself/
How I dissed dude with seven minutes of facts/
You see the people taking shots/
Couldn't even pop me off with a 16/
(What you saying god)/
What I'm saying is that my record in clean/
I was posted up in the studio/
With Rza just like the lotus/
While he was teaching me to remain humble/
While speaking for the chosen/
I've shaken hands with established men and women/
Across the ocean/
And I've walked across the golden sands/
On lands you're never stepping in/
Word to Yarah Bravo yo/
The Mother Grain was speaking wisdom/
Give me knowledge my Black Queen/
And spare the young god with your vision/
Phora they got you caught up/
In the same drama that you fought against/
Now the homies ain't the homies/
I hope you're taking notes of all of this/
There ain't a movement out there that's realer than the Threat/
You could turn your back against us/
Or your pay your homage and respect I said/
There ain't a movement out there that's realer than the Threat/
You could turn your back against us/
Or your pay your homage and respect n***a/