Dilutional dudes are full of hot air, defusing you, i'm not scared i'm more afraid of what i'm gonna to do to get
Home tonight, as long as i have a poem to write and phone to Mic
I see clones in sight who are prone to bight, i just walk away and zone the flight
Dick riding, f*got frontin' rappers, who talk about the life they live
Like i ain't never had a fight to give, had all the heart and they sliced my ribs
I don't like these kids
A bunch of dikes and dicks who like to spend night at cribs
With no vagina in sight, i'm getting rid of all these icing b**h
Emcees's
Who don't know the difference: between struggle and comfortable
They are safe inside they homes s**ing dro, yea keep puffin blow
Doing nothing though, running slow on these tracks, get a chick to spit to
I missed your issue with me cuz you couldn't say it to my face, thats why i dissed you
Because the time you waist with rhymes in place of dimes with laced chief
Is the only reason why i came to speak, now what do i seek?
When times was bleak i was weak, but when the smoke clear
I became strong with the beats and poke ears, pause, i made it right to close tears
When the dope sounds move you and you have reason to believe
That the music that i make is out of the heart upon my sleeve
Thats when you leave, thats when most come, either way they haters
And i pray for all of them, i really wish they do cop some paper
I pray, that they work hard, and their dreams comes true
I pray that they stay the same when there cream comes through
Dudes like to doubt me but i've seen slums to
You can judge me all you want but have you seen one move?
Make the right choices
Appeal to who you can
Do you have substance, talent or confidence cuz it goes hand in hand
I can be lyrical any time, but it doesn't really matter
If my message is thrown away and all the meaning gets scattered
I'm sick of dudes you try to trust, tell keep it confidential
Immature sons can't do that right, you need to spot the mental
Where have you been to when your life was a crashed basic and done
Where have you been to when you've been castrated and shunned
Where have you been to where you've been f**ed up and left for ransom, chest was dancing
Heartbeat couldn't stop the beat because your life was almost a breathe from chancing
You spoiled rappers never left the mansion
And to my mans Illa (I'm surprised you run with them)
And to my man Emz (I'm surprised you run with them)
I think they got cum in them, cuz they, nothing but dicks
Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Ya'll from the hood you know wrong ways and the right
Ya'll know the code of the streets, no one paid for your life
Rapping who*es get on the Mic, and they can say what they like
But real recognize real, and you can't fake to be trife
Never come to me sideways again, i swear that was your last time
You don't blast nines, have cashed crimes all you have is some a** rhymes
Stupid b**hes with two percent lyrical substance
I smoked a gram and tried to party, haven't been to the club since
You should invest in protection, next time your in my section
I will wreck him, disrespect him forever talking out his rectum
Find another dude to bother with your corny sh**
Your a boring b**h, i'm up but 33 and i'm scoring 6
Mother f**ers
George Carlin Bit