4th Disciple - Fake MC's lyrics

[Intro: k**ah Priest] They got a problem now There's like, too many corny rappers Pretenders (put a end to you) [Chorus: k**ah Priest] There's too many phony MCs out there this year They best to beware I've burnt thousands already So get ready, lyrics are deadly There's too many phony MCs out there this year They best to beware I've burnt thousands already So get ready, lyrics are deadly [Verse One: k**ah Priest] n***as keep fronting, ain't saying nothing k**ah Priest remains calm yet carry on Go 'head sing your song, claim y'all the dons Rap superstars look cute with your cigars b**hes like that but where your mics at? Bite me I bite back, plus I break backs f** it, you can sue me, from yours truly When n***as sound booty There's too many rappers in the East wanna be gangsters Too many gangsters in the West wanna be rappers Bunch of actors, I ought to smack ya Who's your master? Sit down take a lesson, stop guessing For years I had grace, saw your mad face That only showed bad taste, run around like you're delirious Foaming from the mouth like you're furious I'd rather be serious it keeps the audience curious These fantasies are nothing for your fans to seize It might cause casualties Hollywood is not your neighborhood And if it is, give the mic to Natalie Woods And y'all can be off to see the wizard The wonderful Wizard of Oz, which are the A&R's And you and Toto, doing promos along with the Scarecrow You will see no dough [Chorus: k**ah Priest] There's too many phony MC's out there this year They best to be aware I've burnt thousands already So get ready, my lyrics are deadly There's too many phony MC's out there this year They best to beware I've burnt thousands already So get ready, my lyrics are deadly [Verse Two: k**ah Priest] I lay in the cut like peroxide Looking at you co*k-eyed 'cause your music sounds lopside They sound tongue-tied Bunch of young guys, have 'em hung high Watch their lungs fry from the sunshine Which is one rhyme generating from the mind k**ah Priest now or late, I terminate I burn and break and intimidate I come cold as when the winter break I put an end to snakes, pretenders and fakes Shake like a earthquake, I judge wisely Between two pillars of poison ivy For those that despise me, attach 'em to the I.V Your pops should've bust you on the couch Or sent you down the mouth Next time wear a condom, when I step upon them I make MCs memories Whenever there's a symphony, I look sinfully Been doing this for centuries I write sh** sick as Shakespeare tripping off of acid Roll on you like John the Baptist with the rusty hatchet I preach the word of God before I murder y'all I swear I never heard of y'all There's too many MCs out there.. [Hook - overlaps last line] There's too many phony MC's out there this year They best to beware I've burnt the thousands already So get ready, my lyrics are deadly There's too many phony MC's out there this year They best to beware I've burnt thousands already So get ready, my lyrics are deadly There's too many phony MC's out there this year They best to beware I've burnt thousands already.. {*fades out*}