Gabe Caruso - Do You Want Some lyrics

Ive been in the game now for over a year And now it's totally clear that I am overly feared I'm thinking nobody here is gonna flow in my ears Cuz they blurt their first verse, hear an explosion of cheers But then I go and they hear another flow of the year Then their minds blow out their ears and then they go home in tears And grab a pad and a pen And try to scratch some revenge But they can scratch to no end and know they're still nowhere near Notice my tone is sincere, Because my focus is clear When I am boasting from my throne they go and quote me to peers Going postal roastin' foes and flowin' oceans of fear So go on home and throw that bogus pad of flows ya have at those dramatic Hoes ya have that overact, and show ya static, only after So much tragic shows of pa**ion, notice Jack, I flow my magic Show them addicts dope and have them going to my shows by habit Just to show my foes that flow there's no one close to this I've had it Submit your application to become my next nemesis Competitive and bigheaded are definitely requisites And if your head is hesitant there's definitely benefits Cuz enemies, they tend to leave infected by my medicine Rap veterans and better men i'm evidently sentencin To d**h within my sentences and sendin them to heaven in A hurry in a flurry cuz their journey's end is imminent I'm feelin' it I'm real and spit ten sentences ahead of em You never ever met an emcee better or more clever than The menace in the flesh that expressin in the present then Again you've probably never ever met an emcee veteran That's never said a sentence ‘ that left some men ahead of him So let me guess you went ahead and penned or sketched some sentences And said them in your empty den to rep n flex but then I went Now your head is hesitant cuz every line's a labyrinth And you'd be viewed as foolish if you spewed your rhymes right after it I'm too underground to be battlin' big shots But I'm wastin' my time with these fad lovin' rip-offs Who are ravaging hip-hop with their average kid talk And so I ma**acre this spot til they happen to get lost Still They're lacking vernacular had to slap them with back hands first Then unpacked all my action words just to smack them back up verbs Have them packed in to dance and they have a pa**ion for fast rappers And the jacks that are stacked in the back they act like they haven't heard Bout the man with the plan who put the fans in the stands Who's with a mic in his right is ruling over this land Who's bruising foes with his mantras His music glows through his stanzas Notice the flow is the grandest So you will go and demand that Ev'ry rapper that pa**es words through the crack in their aperture Cannot lack a vernacular at least half as spectacular So if your flow is weak then hold your speech cuz hip hop doesn't need it What we know it needs is flows like these so close your teeth I mean it