They need to rap behind Bobby Bro
Get some credentials affiliated with placebo
Hope you kept the receipt
I freaked out when I hear that plastic sh** they call "heat"
Who pays them that much
Why they prostitute their stupid style while standing on each others crotch
It's f**ed
Heard those beats about a hundred time
But haven't heard a single sh** 'bout you man, it's that fine?
First and foremost
I host this style in my own way
Akira keeping the beat flyer than f**ing c**aine
Enter the 36 Chambers in my own brain
Slain slaughter still siting on vault full of rhymes I came
And change my whole mind
Try'na claim and make the lame feel like "oh it's time"
Make you think about what you think when you thinking
But in a blink of an eye it's too late I'm sinking
You forgot
Graffiti B-Boy D-Jaying and emceeing
No one can ever stop it!
We perpetrating never wasting no time
Putting this sh** to work on the 1-2
Why most rappers can't even spit a new style?
Cause they wack dude!
I smack fools!
But fine I won't be bragging
I won't be waisting no energy on some fake thugs
Or some fools calling themselves prodigy
Funkin' with the style and he say
"Have the average emcee say give me a sick day!"
Stand clear!
Gather your stuff and get your queer a** out
Rhymers like DOOM or Madlib won't be waiting on no timeout
Study the rhymes the culture to rhyme about
So much to learn, can't understand or figure out
Bigger than any organisation you could be facin'
Or wastin your imagination with a life you're hatin'
f** fakin, stupid sh** I'm makin