Illmaculate - Longlive lyrics

[Verse 1: Sapient] To the little baby emcees who complain 'bout my attitude This is an example of what grown up rappers do I've broke the walls but my thinking patterns basic And 'dope lyricist' is an underexaggeration f**ing sick, like the melted plastic tasted I'm the new generation if you don't pa** it down I'll take it You can't ignore me cause I am the authority Knocking on your door with that dope, that's habit forming Sk** plus money, you couldn't afford to spend a buck I think you'll have better luck not ever trying to measure up Holding a ruler above your head, don't count I still get up on tracks though my train of thought broke down It's Sapient, I'm the one that makes the beat hit And Ethic's your everyday run of the mill regular genius We're fed up like little tubby obese kids Peep this, it's nothing short of magic when the ink drips [Chorus: Sapient and Ethic] Long live dope emcees, rocking potent beats Colder than it's supposed to be, make the pacific ocean freeze We build war machines, steel wrapping self esteem That means more for me, well that means more for me... X2 [Verse 2: Ethic] I'm bordering between genius and pervert These emcees are pussies hiding under they girl skirt Rap till these words work to actively further The state of hip hop till I inevitably burn her Rap till my nerves hurt, smoke herb first Tap into the zone that acts as a server Cap into the tome and rap's just been murdered By cash, glitter and chrome, I laugh at the nursery Talent, collapse every person we challenge Consider me a threat from long range like Ray Allen And I'm a little bit too inconsiderate But too many emcees don't pay attention to penmanship This is some endless sh** that you just entered So stick with the apprenticeship before you get injured And listen to these letters drift into the centre Of what you focus on when you think about getting better [Chorus] [Verse 3: Illmaculate] My baseball cleats in your face'll be Unless you bow down and place your knees where the pavement be graciously I put it blatantly, I spit amazingly You fake emcees should pay a fee to even be on stage with me b**hes, when I speak it's just sickness This is the best rapper crammed in five feet and six inches This hazardous content causes the havoc of bomb threats And panic that happened in Auschwitz f*ggots, long as the facts are in context I don't think I'm God... God has an Illmaculate complex! Be cautious when testing me you little co*ks**ers Fed-ex emcees get slit open with a boxcutter The blockbuster, hip hop hustler That drops from the top like crop dusters, on all you pop f**ers Cypher with me, watch you pussies get ate Cause I'm the type of emcee all of y'all should be but ain't [Chorus]