Illmaculate - No s**a lyrics

I'm a beast these days I need beats like the Taliban need grenades I don't stutter, better ask someone in the Cali rap scene I'm saying my flow gutter, like we're alley cats, feed on prey I'm no s**er, I'm a savage, son Had my a** kicked once or twice But rather that than run Now understand me, I'm a new man And observation has taught me More than newsstands and school can I'll prove that this smooth cat can Bruce Banner the mic Your crew's ga**ed up and too amateur Like, feel ashamed that your whole camp's nothing Sandpeeps k** the game 'til the whole fam's buzzing Soon as you feel the flames you wanna close that oven It's deep in the Thriller game, now keep the program running I swear to god, I'm on a Coke can budget But step up and get ripped like Conan's stomach I'll tear 'em off, anybody that's flexing I swear to God, nobody's this hungry that's repping And so what if I'm turned on by money and weapons Or the sight of myself? I've never seen an ugly reflection I'm a youngster, up and coming, with something to prove Certified champion hungers for something other than food Northwest drunken master, sounded sorta like a buzz (Let me f**ing rap) Slurring, someone pour a pint of suds Just imagine the younger fans absorb it like a sponge I understand it wasn't planned to glorify the d** I'm stuck making music about it f** it, with every verse I'm kicking mud-caked boots on your couches Take that, mo'f**ers is so quick to write you off To me, you won't know sh** until the title's yours Try to get it, I promise it ain't a easy task You don't want it with us I got a gift and it's beating a** Competition's pride is thin as a sheet of gla** Drop and watch it break under pressure and cue the evil laugh (haha) The audience has bought a ticket just to see me spaz And body this and drop the sh** and let the needle scratch I'ma f** you up