Verse 1: Guilty Simpson
I hear a lot of false prophecies, about a lotta emcees
Philosophies about these fake Socrates
Not to be a hater, but he ain't the savior
I got too many layers, the games got way too many players
So I slay another rapper, and put 'em on the mantle
You lookin' but I'm on another channel
Watchin' these sambos puttin' on a show for their handlers
Lyin' to the people for the cameras
Amateur night, these clowns can't damage a mic
So I'm breakin' off the hand that they write with
I might sh*t, real weed here takes flight with
The price gets better when you bring more cheddar
I fight clips, with the strength of the men
I'm pissin'' from the ? to the ?, so send 'em in
Your style is cinnamon
Way to sweet for the streets to be listening' in Michigan
Hook 1: The Rockness Monstah
Hey you a b*tch ni**a
That's right I said it, you a b*tch ni**a (word)
You be runnin' round with all types of snitch ni**as
I can't mix wicha, you and your inner b**ha
Yah you, you a b*tch ni**a
Fat b*tch a** ni**a, rub on ya' t*ts ni**a
You one of them side switch ni**as (uh huh, uh huh)
I can't mix wicha b*tch ni**as
Verse 2: The Rockness Montsah
Rock not the LL Cool J "I need Love"
More like the LL, smoke two J's, I need d**
Addict behavior, ran out & I'm agg-ravated
Y'all rappin' this lame sh**, I feel like clappin' the stage up
No applause and no remorse for rappers that's claimin' they got bars
No dem is bras. I laugh in their faces. b**h boy
F*ck u threw some D's on it? Rich Boy
How those pants tight & they saggin' you sh*t in your draws, didn't you?
I will make you break dance on your face scrams
Capoeira, slap you hella hard, probably sprain my hand (splocka)
You snakes can't hide in my gra**
Ain't no gra** in the PJs, I smoke mine in a wrap
I don't drink fruit ni**a I punch fruits
Put' generations of little bangers through huntin' school
I don't wanna do sh*t wicha
Ol' Lifetime channel watchin' bu*ter milk bath takin' b*tch ni**a
Hook 2: The Rockness Monstah
Hey you a b*tch ni**a
That's right I said it, you a b*tch ni**a (word)
You be runnin' round with all types of snitch ni**as
I can't mix wicha, you and your inner b**ha
Yah you, you a b*tch ni**a
Fat b*tch a** ni**a, rub on ya' t*ts ni**a
You one of them side switch ni**as (uh huh, uh huh)
I can't mix wicha b*tch ni**as