East Flatbush Project - (Un)Friendly Reminder lyrics

[Intro: Xplicit Sub] His description as a cynic fits him and his writtens But the critics never get it That he spits as quick as munitions on any track that you put him in And he'll slit an instrumental of you kittens Nihilism in it if you listen His decisions are to menace n***as in a sentence Since they never get it, Imma send it to they house [Verse 1: Xplicit Sub] And then I serve it down they throat I'm causin' racket for the tennis Reppin' tenements as their genesis But when G-checked, it isn't definite Definitely non-h*mogeneous to this genius with an ennis Antonymous to pleasant You a f**in' peasant I'm doin' it so effortless so F a list and ya estimates Of who the best in pens Cuz Chosen be the best of men The rest of them can get their d**hly wish granted f**in' excrements X the best You slightly slanted when you next to him f** addressin' tens Y'all a**ed out now, this n***a done left the den To lyrically undertake you in the quietest quietus glen But what's the point in stayin' here If you n***as never realize I'm the n***a slayin' ears Homie you ain't got the real eyes You spittin' real lies f** with X, you will die Like this beat did when I stepped on it I'm tired of y'all sleepin' Wake up or I'll slit ya neck while you wet snorin' I gave y'all a break but sh**, I should've kept on it But now I'm smackin' y'all so hard I stopped ya breath and left ya upper with a cleft on it Yo, there's only 7 n***as that address me by my pseudonym Cuz like me, they aren't new to sin They're my luda kin That means my brothers The only ones that I would die for Excludin' others and my mother, motherf**er You f**ed with the mentor, now n***a you boutta get yours Cuz I got the goblins with me while they anonymously pick up the next victim This partly part of the potty mouth who's spittin' like he's stompin' out Blood is what you coughin' when you start to shout Been parched too long, it's been a coffin drought I'm often off the loud while you offer clout But that's the only time I'll hit a decline Cuz I don't need a weak line to get some bleak shine or some felines I'm the type of n***a to get a feature, make the beat mines This my cleanest rap and I still managed to beat minds So take a seat mimes This beyond a return yo this that verbal burn you n***as earned I guess you n***as never learned My persistence to erase your existence is unmatched Perhaps these raps have got you strapped to the edge of ya chair when I share just what I bear in my brain Maybe soon I'll leave it in the air, there, bare Where do y'all n***as think y'all goin' with ya flow and low end bars that y'all throwin' I'm zonin' Controllin' the game I'm the god, so omnipotent Like my stench of success You get the wrench to ya chest If you screwin' around Yeah I do it so cavalier I'm never havin' a fear About to be a long night so sit back and grab a beer Nah f** the pity, for y'all I'll never have a tear I'm a**a**inatin' ya standards for a**a**ination cuz I grabbed the cage and started ragin' with statements of hatred Yeah I've been makin' contagious abominations that equate ISIS cuz I lyrically can bomb the nation through stations Talkin' animations but not the type that Nicky be makin' You either with me or hatin' Y'all rappin' yes spittin' the same writtens But I admit it I be whippin' and bakin' But it's y'all it involves With these bars you'll dissolve into the atmosphere Yeah I'm the rapper attackin' queers, I'm the one that most fear Which n***a deserves a smack in here Maybe the cabinet because they swear that we below adequate And when it comes to action, b**h I've had it with the lack of it Sub came to take over so f** ya checks and balances I'll take over with a pack of Bics and crack the Ritz You couldn't be like me cuz the only thing related to rappin' you got is havin' the lack of it The sh** I kick, you could never get half of it I'm wackin' kids and they mommas too Only difference is it's they face but they momma's cooch Yes I'm a goon comin' in with my sizeable, iron skull, undeniably higher crew Yo, n***as said I dropped Negligence and was too deep b**h I k**ed that off a new sheet and a YouTube beat My group too steep I'll shoot two threes three times and explain how I flow when I leak rhymes Along when I booth truth speak Yeah I do it forever You claiming you better and you get wet up Yo this is a set up so don't try to get up and claim that you rap Already told y'all y'all insanely wack I'm mainly at the crib writin' tracks That's how I live Other than that I get to diggin' graves for n***as who kick shade on X, wait Maybe the reason they talkin' is cuz they can't see with they dark a** tints up in they gla**es Probably why they ain't see it comin' when I whooped they a**es Attractin' the ma**es with all of the poisonous raps that I'm ga**in' You can just imagine how I be laughin' at ya lackadaisical gaspin' Yo, look! It's the ba*tard rascal lyrically stickin' crosses up a pastor's a**hole with his paradoxical monstrous flow that he uses to pull all these mountin' hoes till he gets blow and throws her over a mountain WOAH! Dracula can't amount to the bodies that I Count Or the blood that's drippin' That also be the sh** that I am sippin' Sike, I sip that sh** that make me so anonymous The clock is tickin', you about to be the next sodom victim After I release some Xplicit sh** into your daughter's system I'm a contradiction cuz I had no Vaseline but still hit the b**h and called it Vickin' I'm on a diet so Imma make a fruit salad and y'all the only ones that I ain't pickin' I exhibit sh** that makes you say "there ain't nothin' like him, except he's like Slim with the way he writes then cites sin" Yeah I'm the Captain of cappin' n***as who half a** when they rappin' You better hope Chosen don't catch you lackin' Cuz homeboy, even Stevie see what I'm sayin' I even got that man Satan downstairs prayin' I don't ever go off like this again sh** I busted six pens writin' this sh** But I had an extra in my pocket, so I guess I shoot right from the hip If you in my sight, then it's RIP for you and any n***a you might've came with Y'all really f**ed up sayin' I ain't the hottest in the O though So to Hell with ya bro code I'll slo-mo pipe ya hoe in all her holes yo No remorse when it comes to the pain I'm bringin' Yo, I'm insane in the membrane and things tend to get strange When I get to sprayin' this ink ammunition that leaves you pussies sh**tin' You chickens get no admittance up in my lyrical kitchen I've been told y'all I hit you in ya spiritual It's like a spear or two But y'all ain't give that a listen, nah y'all ain't hear it, cool But I'll let y'all sleep, cuz when you realize who's the kings of the sheets, I don't wanna hear a peep But don't nap for too long, cuz when I rap I'm too strong I ate my Wheaties Yeah I did this beat so easy sh**, I might've did it freely So f** ya EPs and ya CDs None of y'all n***as could ever be me I delete the competition and the opposition sh** as I'm around, no opp is winnin' Cuz I can just write my title and burn my whole f**in' composition So again, stop the b**hin' Yo I'm stitchin' these snitches Yeah, I'm Notorious for handing L's with my Puns I'm the Biggest kid spittin' My flow outdoes witches and satanists So if you would listen, I wouldn't have to waste my time sayin' it But I've waited for this moment to show it that I'm the only flowin' hard enough to get bodies from still to rollin' Yeah I got Pac turnin' in his grave Cuz I'm brave enough to not give a f** about ya SoundCloud luck cuz ya SoundCloud s**s And I might sound rough when I got the mic tonight and I might write stuff that bites white guts Nah f** that, you b**hes can wipe my nuts and you n***as can be left in fright like what I heard you wanna battle but you might wanna forfeit cuz on Nostalgia I said I would rattle the saddle of any guy steppin' up to the demigod And that still holds true A week long break don't mean sh**, it just means clips get longer as I charge up enough ink to become that rap monster all of you should fear, because I can rip ya ears through a song or an a capella I'd rather stay independent so f** Rockafella And Cash Money, unless it's that Doctor fella or Shady himself But I guess y'all got the memo that k**in' y'all is in my MO so of this mic I'm about to let go, motherf**er [Outro: Xplicit Sub] I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear ANY rap beef coming my way. Cuz I'll do you 10 minutes. Goes for every rap group in Orlando