[Layne Jazzey]
f** n***a!
Had me not taught you rap
You would never understand
What to write with a pen...
I taught you from A, B to the Z
Letter
But i never brag about it
Cause im so fed up
You took me for granted
Turned my lessons to venec
As you thought you would
Spit better
f** it, Imma k** you with
This flow, throw
A tough blow, no gloves on better
Hide behind your bro...
Or wear a bra, you just
Another who*e, coming from
A s*ut womb
Who used to think that
She was hot
But she was silly cold and
She worn mini skirts
Seducing little boys
Hoping that she get it on
While your pop was at his job
Thinking when he came back
He would f**in hit it strong
But your daddy was wrong...
I'm reverting this hip hop game
To the one of 2Pac and Biggie
Better not f** with me
Cause that's what it was
That's what it is my n***a
That's why i blast
I never got mercy for these
Dummy fake f**s
This rap game i own it
And there's only one king
Y'meee f** you i'm the one
Try to rap smarter
You lame you still dumb
I gave you my verses
You won rap battles cause you
Were rapping my verses
Taught you how to turn them
Good words to phrases
When you diss me in your tracks
Don't forget i'm illmatic
You just a new comer n***a
Follow the basics
How can a kid k** a grown
Man? are you mad real?
Nursed you from baby steps
Covered your a** with napkins
Cause i taught you best
Now you think you the rap king?
My raps are like sh** you
Better close your nostrils
I deliver like a river you
Can't stop my flow b**h
I'm coming with another bomb
You cannot f** with
You just started me
Be ready for the steam
Be ready for the heat
Be ready for your slaughter
When i jump in every
Beat
You can't start a beast and
Expect to live free
Watch me grab a hammer
And demolish all your dreams
I used to let you enter every
Room in my crib
Screaming that you loyal
b**h like you always be
You ain't nothing but
A snake n***a
You better wife your own
Sister
After this rap did done your
Chick is gonna dump you....
My rap sh** is so sinister...
I rap better than your
Features...
I got heat like the heater...
I run this game like Mr Carter...
Gotta keep going harder...
Young n***a, imma k** you
Now
Never heard of this sh**, its
A unique sound
I guess you know my aim that
I'm aiming for the clouds
I wanna make it rain on your
Fans in the crowd
Spit the realest sh** that'll
Make my mama proud
She wonder why i diss n***as
Why i play foul?
Mami rap ain't fair i gotta
Stay strapped
Put my name in the list of
Street names on the map
I wanna be remembered when they
See me they should clap
Forget about my flaws, my jokes
In the back of the cla**
Same n***a that i'm dissing ain't
Even got grade ten
When he see me in the streets
He pretend we best friends
I pa**ed grade twelve and hit
The road to Joburg
A n***a started changing
Hating on my lifestyle
As i'm heading for success
I will never compromise
Blood on my hands, did a n***a
Sacrifice?
I tried to do right
I tried to be nice
But n***as ain't polite
They always wanna fight!!!
END!!!